Lyrics:
bloated
My account like the clip they both loaded
If you cop more than 3 its a bonus
Call me choosey I know that I'm chosen
Need it now I'm like Toosii with
(Yung Lan on the track)
All that rap is like
Real life music man
Day to day shit man, we don't make party music
(Yeah) I don't really need
feelings"
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'
Walked up and said, "y'all gonna
**Bonus track on "Trial By Fire"
You know that my heart is true
And I'd never lie to you
We try each and every day
Still there's something in
Medicine man, medical marijuana , no mental handicap
This masterpiece : a masterstroke like a one-handed clap
Still seem stressed like a seamstress
geez
Unless there's Gs involved
There's fees involved
E mail my team it'll get resolved
By the way I wrote this I don't
Do no karaoke when I rap
I'm
feel so proud on MLK day, next day it's like
Buckshot on them, how do you want it
Only one shot, this is my only moment
I need a bonus, for a bonus
contestants.
Ha ha ha Hey, muddafuckas! Get ready for the killer show for this bitch!
We
Got a cop,
We got a judge, and we got a redneck. So step
talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it
Ayy, I gotta stay in my zone
Say that we
association)
Call me Miami haro haro
Cause this deals with the track
Blows my mind like oh chea
Yeah, that's wrong, but it's real
Fuck boys they know the deal
Guided by light like I'm Rudolph
Come in for Christmas dinner
But you gotta take your shoes off
Peardrax is what we sipping
While we waiting for
trying to diss
But Keto's do not diss for a bitch like this
We take the track and make shit hits
Copped a new Keto bitch, that's the clap back
Baby don't
It’s another diss track to all the haters who never thought that we can (Do this rap shit)
It’s another diss track to all the haters who never
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
never get this moment
Back again
And they'll always remember this time" How do
We as adults optimize it for them right now
Whether they have money or not
I've been at it for ages
Feels like I'm running through mazes, everybody has they phases
Yeah, vibe with this, bad bitch in the whip and I ride to this
what a feeling it is
Like having a gun in both hands ammunition
Stay focused better handle my biz when it comes to this biz
No crocodile tears in
Every time we Track and Trace
Track and Trace Track and Trace
How the hell did we get here?
Freedom taken by force
Shake you out of this coma
They don't
with like minds, the kinds that grind on the daily
We behind closed doors making shit happen
How this happen? By accident
Bitches love my accent so I got
I was hella bogus
Now I'm gettin' money, I ain't losin' focus
I like to flex if you ain't notice
Stay out my way, yeah, that's a bonus
I get it, you
speakers rattle shit on the dash
When I get the chord I play slaps
I went off out I'm the only one yelling run it back
This game is like the gym over run
Street melt into one
He'd stay right on track
Being passed from scent to scent like the baton in a relay race
Spurred on by the aromatic blending
that I lay
713 everyday
And yeah yo bitch just got a taste
She liked it (That's how we do it)
She loved it
(In the 713)
Yeah
She wavy like that
We wavy
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