Lyrics:
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back
We back i ain't playin
I said i don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli
I ain't trynna chase a bitch
Captain America on Ferris wheels
But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real
Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a hero's shield
Mr.
wit the Mac, alright
After this I'm putting up my race
After this I'm putting up my race
Baby I don't play
It's a new day, I know things will be okay
to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got
y'all selling death for profit
Gotta give em what they need gotta stop it
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh
the government my ni we the ones that's running this race
Tear it up
Tear it up
All of my boys go tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up
All of my boys go tear it up
Shut wide mouth
It's my presence
It's too scary
Not the blood dripping from my arms
It's the face boy
Get it twisted
I'm holding a machete
How you not
to talk about is casualties?
They don't wanna see us in our home they take the lease
It took a, It took a while for me to get like this
Ima big dog, right
I don't know how much work I gotta put in to get it
Or how much patience I'll need
Somebody tell ‘em the boy SAP bout to get real on this beat
Been
making
Cause heaven's higher than space
So if sky is the limit then I'll use my arms in the race
I can tell it ain't a reach to think-think it's upon us
Where is my boy?
I saw you come out of a scene
Maybe in some kind of dream
Something that never comes
Time that I take...
See over in arms I'll
You don’t gotta fit
And if you fall it is what it is
Pick yourself up and handle ya biz
There ain’t no limits when I'm off the grid
No condemnation for
Everybody know when you play Mario go-karts
You don't play one race
Coming on this tour
I didn't know what to expect
It's crazy, it kinda
I think it kinda
the fuck you gon' do? make your face fall off
Oh its amazing, so amazing, so amazing
Amazing, so amazing
Baby baby
Amazing, so amazing
Amazing,
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
twos
Nigga know I got that K with me
If I call Kojack, nigga know that
Boy gon' spray for me, baow
Write it in the books, I'm a crook
Tell by the look
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
on a different wave
It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate
It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase
This ain't
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on,
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out,
Get what you want, get out it's
ice
You ain't know who Jacob was so I showed you twice
When it was (All About the Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,
those trees
I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days
Whether together or we part ways
I got a promise to that boy tatted
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