Lyrics:
Kinda for me kinda for you why I study away aye
Who Am I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
It's do or die looking forward never looking back
Who Am I Mr Man I
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
me
Bitch i'm the truth
Do you copy me
Don't even think
About robbing me
I'll cross your name out
This book like I'm yagami bitch
Lil' bitch oh shit
'm lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
s*** hm hold on, um,
Mr. sharp ton and anyone like you, you don't know me
So if your not going to try to then what you say or think about me
Are what
s*** hm hold on, um,
Mr. sharp ton and anyone like you, you don't know me
So if your not going to try to then what you say or think about me
Are what
with you man
Na fuck that shit Mhm hold on, um,
Mr. sharp ton and anyone like you, you don't know me
So if your not going to try to then what you say
a titty, I'm tryna come get you
Free Lil Day from out that system 'fore shit get wicked, bitch
Yeah, yeah
La' brother just hit my phone
He don't know how
bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch
Lil one got the court hot
Lil one got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block
Lil one got
the scene back in '83
I stay street with it, dun asked that
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack
I rollover rodents with rims on em
Sniffing out
for more options
Vivid dreams of the princess and king
Overfilled with laughing
Laughing about lil 'ol, lil 'ol me
Then one day, you called me your
tape decks
So visual you can't watch the scene
If you press stop the gears lock and pop your spleen
Then I start to finish em: metaphor, simile
Mr. Lif
mopped up
Fathers spitting lava if you got i need Thats something that youll cough up
After that i could picked up by my home girl tasha
She said call me
of my size
Mr. Big out the west, I get em gone on the nawf
I got love on the East, you know I'm plugged in the south
Since a jit I been getting in
trombone
Looking down on 'em like R.C. drone
Mr telephone man give 'em dial tones
I ask what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big
and you know she hella thick
Don't too many bitches really know me by my government
Stay down till we up then we going be hella rich
Got my dreams coming
slide on no visa bitch I pay that shit cash
If you a ride or die bitch then tuck these xans in your ass
Rob a nigga broad day I ain't worried bout no mask
I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
Lil baby fuego
I need you by my side, babygirl you know you too fire
Lil baby fuego
I wanna get you home, so tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil
dumb when you know what I do
Catch you booted by Hitchhippers too
Then go live smokin' you with the guys
Six-two bullets, fire them like some fries
Keep
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
eatin steak
Its like everyday my birthday cuz I got all of this cake
And my city like a war zone
A warzone
Aint afraid to buss at your dome
At your dome
her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost
the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the 80s
Level of success based on my level of risk
You've been yelling for the lyricist
Then reveling this
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