Lyrics:
Aint got nobody on a track like you but it dont matter
Gonna make them lights shine like its nothing
Only time you're real is when you aint on a drug
1v1
We can go
Hand to hand
Or fist to fist
I'm just delivering
Jamming to my own shit
You ain't jammen i fucked ya bitch
Raging But I ain't mad
taught you how to play by the rules, don't make me have to take you to school, you niggas aggravating my mood, I saw everything nigga, and I had to feel
Tony's homie
Got beat with a pool stick
You think that was rough?
I've seen a drive-by at the age of six
If you shoot at my homie
Better hope you don't
see you done with me
Burn the bridge down, 'cause where we've been we can't go back
Ain't no love for me for real, don't deserve it if it ain't that
face so you don't really notice
Niggas steady hatin' but I don't listen to bogus
Need to feed the gang so I keep the tires rollin'
Rollin', you know we
Pretend everyday like it don't even bother me
And I've been chillin' by myself so nobody can bother me
Made a promise to myself to know my worth
Now, yeah
Cause I said I want it now (Yeah, uh)
You know I want it now (Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three (Uh, yeah)
Cause I said I want it now (Uh, yeah)
wears Prada
Devil wears Prada
Devil wears Prada
What, you didn't like the first take
We could call it a second date
Everyone knows you're fake and giving
rims on ya sh** n**** do what you can
Don’t wanna come between you and ya man
Slide when he gone baby do what you can
Yeah
You and ya friend
We’ll do it
did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those
name like it’s AoT
Rappers hate the game cause they hate a beast
You hungry for the fame, but we came to eat
now these Titans never have a thing they can
each other
Die for each other
Cry for each other
Now its like all we wanna do is say is bye to each other
I cant let this happen
I refuse to lose you
I
shots(three shots)
Somebody done made me hot(me hot)
You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
currency
Must report to parole
Monday by three
We gon' get you on the books and take you on tour with me
No stress, nigga you can use my address
He said
room took down like three hoes
Might cause havoc around the streets
I'm boutta light up man pass the weed
Ratchet hoe ima hit it from the back and pull
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
when your rent's due
What you spent on that whip, I spent on my left shoe
If we got a problem, Imma handle it like Uncle Drew
I might get to drillin'
of the village
Trained by the wolves in the woods
To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers
Mike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin'
We don't have
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
on a mission your vision is blind, yeah
I stay on the grind yeah, on point like a laser, don't get out of line, yeah
You wanna be part of the team, you ain't
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