Lyrics:
a buck, a buck?
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup
In my section eight apartment complex
Messy mattress, and dirty carpets
"Nephew, did you get
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
He made the post at 8:30
We slid by 9
First bullet the leader, cause once it leave you the rest, gone follow behind
Soon as she let me fuck, I’m
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, opposite of sob-ah
Lots of Henny-lo and Coca-Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight blowers
Heavyweight holders, got every state
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
a heaven for a G, nigga, hell for the sinners
Two tone chinchilla, ballin' for the winter
All white Drophead, copped it for the summer
Move a hundred
I've waited, but I've
Been wasting my time
While sitting on my
Dubiety
Been on the run by myself, nothing, but brain audio
Slappin' me down, got
my money up
Bitches be dumb
Get a bag fuck the money up
Invested in myself
Did it by my self
Did it for myself and i doubled up my wealth
Bought my mom
Every time I call up your phone
All I heard was answering tones
You left me feeling lonely
Never even tried to hide
The feelings that I'm feeling
getting wetter
This shit getting rilla , just wait for the glo
Ayy, I want my wrist two tone, ayy, I wanna sell out the shows
Ayy, get to the cheddar, my
fantasy
Don't we
Psychic gave me eight more years
Said I'll be dead by twenty-seven
So let's reunite in heaven
When the time is right
But for now when I
One, two, three, four, five, I ain’t letting up i don’t show signs.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I don't fuck with twelve I don’t like them
Eleven,
you what I'm like
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
8 o clock sharp
Imma pull up to your house
If your parents asking
Tell them I'm taking you out
Where you wanna
Who at the door?
Yeah,
Bring the Zazaza because what you smoking on?
Apple pie with a lemon tone,
I couldn't even hear her tone,
Trap bussin' all day
Speed up, I ain't trying to go
Speed up, I ain't trying to go slow
Keep it Z, yeah I keep it real Zoe
Man, these niggas ain't fucking with bro
8
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops
Wait
I'll be there by 8
Meditating I be meditating
I be innovating
I just change up the flow
Change up the drop
You already hold on
Slat slat
In the back
Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16
Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then
Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16
Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
at the dial tone
"Hey Connor - just wanted to let you know that I checked out the music, It's good
But, you know, If you really wanna get yourself to the next
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