Lyrics:
the gun shots, now we on the run
Prayed for a come up
Working till the suns up
What's the sum of the years for bullets shot in fear
Harsh lessons
They said
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Ay Ay Ay
Ay Hol up Trap, hol up trap
Ay Satan we gunna bring that back one more time
You know what im sayin
These motherfuckers ain't come up where
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
leaving all that bullshit behind
I kno a lot of people saying its about Damn time
I Hit da reset on em
Still got a reach up on em
So i Gave myself a stretch
a body, hands up like a touchdown
Chase this money, till it's sun down
Niggas got problems with me
Tell 'em to come chop it up any day
Pick up the team
hope they ready)
A lot of pussy nigga talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Tell 'em
the wind to pickup You'll see me drifting on by
Turn the bass up mix it right with The treble
Burn the herb tonite cuz up goes The level
Yearn to reach new
come and get candid kiss the candy
No claps, can't stand me if I offend he
You can't be saved by the skin on your teeth
But the skin on your friend
Could
a spliff
So any shit you got to spit I'll more than likely forget
I talk a lot of shit cause I know a lot of shit
Your bitch comes to my show to swallow
JaguarClaw on the beat
When the sun up, the rain fall
They say the devil be the bliss
Surrounded by negativity
And niggas toting sticks
Surounded by
life
They've always been by my side
Addicted to em yea I need my fixin
I got fishies check me water whip it
Cookin dope up catch me in da kitchen
ZUU shit
Never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy
There's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season
I stepped into the eye of the center of town
Just as the sweet sun was putting her head down
With my coin in my pocket, I went looking to buy a clue
And the green
Mix it with some orange and we got ourselves a codeine sunset
(Fuck)
Hoe it's sunset
Up as fuck
And we on drugs
One sec
When we get home
She give me
up by a bunch of g ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till
Pump the brakes if you're not ready to go
Sometimes you get there quicker just by takin' it slow
Everybody's got their hands in the mix
And everybody's
flowin' on with the beat, yo
I'm a young one; Old soul on the d-low
The sun'll rise in da mornin'The sun'll rise in da mornin'
The sun'll rise in da mornin'
hard for me to leave (oh)
[Da Brat]
All you gotta do is call me
and I'll come runnin' to where the party at
I keep a fat sack in the backpack
So what's
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
Listen all you people, come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan,
rest, till I’m the best of the best,.
Anything less, don’t impress me, yo I sleep with my mic,.
Then I wake up sideways, write down rhymes I see in my
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
the stars above
We've got a lot of one thing, yeah
That's L-O-V-E, love
So, ain't that love
In the morning when the sun comes up?
Ain't that love
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