Lyrics:
yeah
I jumped in this shit, just to cause some terror, I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that start up when I'm walkin' near it
lettin' you know
everything in this world is connected one way or another
although well hid undercover
by who? We don't know? And why? We're not sure
but we
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
trynna fuck shit the door on her
Got a play in the bay I put Zoe on it
lil bitch let me fuck put this dick on her
Lil bitch so fine I might trick on her
back in my bag and I mean that for real
Im stuck in my ways but im getting paid
They throwing shade but I never fold I know how it goes
I live by
on my radar
the leash on this beast was released by quasar
discreet in tha street
how i move with my peeps
we must feast
flow so sick i could please
free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had
i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of war
In the grain of our skin, we think this is it
Portrayed by a stigma that won't let us out
By choice it's a sin, if not I'm just dead
Alive
wrong get spanked by God
All the bullets I done dodged
All the shit that I done shot
All the whippin in the pots
All the women givin guap
We was
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
wanna be the man in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he
had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he
had some more tricks up his sleeve
"Come outside with your hands held high"
"You'll not get me alive Sir, I promise you that Sir"
With that he
tears I was accustom to the street life smoked out man I couldn’t even eat right raid moms kitchen each night government cheese that’s a cheap bite you
Plug ain't even street man that nigga he ah farmer
He hit me wit the E-I-E-I-O old Mcdonald
Dat mean everything exotic in them ounces
Baby can I take
cooker bard
On the big green egg minimax for summer
If you ask how it's going get ready for a bummer
One day they'll make the hearse that goes in reverse
too obvious? Sheist
Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't
people who might see my flows don't compare
To the cheap little rhymes that they throw up in here
I'll leave behind a line you thought I won't rhyme
feel regret by me
Longer that I live I start to see
Being a leader ain’t never been cheap
Pressure of a king might cost you sleep
War with the world
rising above
All for the love
Back foot in the pocket, ready to pop it
Skate life, woah no, stoppin it
Each trick I land was a vision beforehand
Ya sick
to the sky
For all my niggas who 'ceased
Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
That's why I'm good in every section
Where they chuck up the B
I hit
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