Lyrics:
down no mask
Free sleepy he showed me you got to watch your man
Always stay silent to get out of jams
You can do you just don't raise your right hand
I
couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I
couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I
you're alone with me
You never come up short
You never come up short
Never come up short
Never come up short
Never come-
See you by yourself, by
you're alone with me
You never come up short
You never come up short
Never come up short
Never come up short
Never come-
See you by yourself, by
EBT baby
Im in the got damn lab dra in here with me this that soul music for the streets
I been running racks up
Glock 4-0 gen 4 with a 50 i dont
Yea! Look
Im a lover not a fighter
But I fight for your love
But if this love is filled with hatred
Gimme wings lord
Let me take flight like a dove
Let
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
[Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay] + (E-40)
Uh, (you tell me)
[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40]
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Holler at a player though
40 Water, what's
Yo me coming down that avenue
Pop trunk, 'mote control, third eyed, red and blue
Gone off that killa weed now scoring Archie Lee
Man I'm so fly cause
deadstock from AndStill La Brea
But my team is Street Vintage Kings, watch us go major
Crush a lot, but still can't hide the fact I'm a player
Honeys from
you know niggaz know me
My lines illuminate your whole spectrum
Crush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em
I don't know why, MC's
for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2
Rebuffed yet I get love too
Mix the old school with sumnthin new
Some don’t
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
I just learned to ball like I'm Jayson Tatum
Working by the mall I just wanna buy the mall
I don't wanna die young I want the forty acres
Who I gotta
the gang, if he paying' like 40, then me and my bro get like 20 a piece
Tryna get to the point where I don't gotta say shit just lay back and watch all
All of my
All of my light
Gone with the wind, God knows my plight
Had to grow wings, now I fly by night
Worry 'bout things I'm loosing my stride
Out
on that fly shit
I be on that fly shit
Catch me pouring liquor
Blowin trees
With my partners
I be on that fly shit
I be on that fly shit
Kick a P chillin
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
but can
Never back it up
Watch me throw it deep
Yeah you know we turning up
Lockdown corner Droddy snag
Two pics
That's my boy Landon
Yeah he rocking
me to fly and all
I never fly to hoes
We gonna lock and load
Pull up hit stop and go
The 40 go opp his nose
I only cop and go
a rise and we nah Beg no friend
Duty badmind just a chat pan di endz
Yea we have something fi dem
You nuh see me fly like di birds and Di pigeons
tickets to watch the angels now
So it's just what I'm gonna do"
He said, "But you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs
So it's me who feels sorry
know (crush linen, purple label)
Some places we can go, (all that fly shit we talked about)
Some places we can go (given em Sinatra pinky rings with
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