Lyrics:
grain
I'm an OG, got on two chains
Kicking back like Liu Kang
Influenced by Wu-Tang
Let them thangs sang
Hanging out where them thangs bang
Chain gang
Soon as we walk in, things start movin' slow motion
Prince G and Mr. Stoney got that take your bitch potion
Bouncers look away cause I'm in my own hood
To be, gang, no lying, my little tray, free KD, for five, blaze, mm, mm, okay, okay, wa-da-wa-da-wa-da
Walk his ass down with his stick, okay
Walk
this hoe
Alone nigga (Lone lone)
Alone nigga
I be in the zone nigga (Zone zone)
I be by myself
Cause I don't trust niggas (Gang)
I be in this hoe (Yeah)
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
on defense James harden I stepped back
Niggas made they move couldn't walk in my shoes I'ma make these little niggas regret that
Got a whole lot to lose I pick
in her mouth, boy, I know you taste it
I ain't nothin' like Kodak, finna call my Haitians
You clutch your shit when I walk by, bitch, I know you racist
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
engaged by the Wednesday,
Yeah,
Since then, she ran far away from that Nxgga, like leg day,
But I guess through all of the dumb shxt,
She at least left
stepping
Gang b****, real repping
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, b****)
Really got protection from the angels, I can feel heaven
Really not affected by your
smoke by the wood
I'm in the hood, I'm good
Don't smoke yo' butt, got a man in my wood
Can't get away from this deal, ain't never at all
This shit that
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
show on Netflix ever
Lebron James said he thought it could've ended better (word)
Niggas really out here gettin' knocked out by Jake Paul
Deontay
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
u runnin away nigga we aint even came rrahh
Floss to the bank doin the plug walk all these niggas yip yap n talk talk dont make me get sturdy wit it
everyday is my day
High like it's Friday
200 on the highway
Shawty said she wanna fuck, she five minutes away
100 on the highway, high like it's Friday
Yuh
blue dye job
Walking bare feet
Cuts up to her knees
She walks along around the corner
We all stand by, we all ignore her
But what can I do but
again
She keeps his picture tucked away
She thinks she'll have it framed one day
And maybe he'll come see it there
Hanging by her rocking chair
purple
One hit, take me away
To another time, another space, another day
One more hit, blow me away
I could find another place
So you can find another way
run away
Hi-Yo Silver, is what I say
Ho, ho
Woo
Hit it gang
Ho, ho, ho
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump
Silver and I take a route
All you suckers better step aside
I sting squaws, then I run away
Hi-Yo Silver, is what I say
Ho, ho
Woo
Hit it gang
Ho,
I'm in the trap
Hitting licks
I'm feeling like
James, Rick
Dirty my cup
Take a sip
I hit yo shawty
Then I dip
I've always flexed
Since a jit
Dream
runner you gon' walk around the base
Seven-five dollar zip, you gon' smoke a bag of shake
This shorty fuckin' on the gang and now she throwin' helle shade
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