Lyrics:
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
climb in the sack
I'ma keep it a hundred like my speedometer's at
I'm watchin' you rap, I'm the dude followin' back
About six cars, I'm in the 'lac,
where you be posted
Lil Jugg got the Drac', we do drive-bys in a Rover
I just sold an eight to a white boy in a 'Doba
But really he just played 'cause
to Johnny, my nigga he got me
He got a degree in that thing called finessin'
Throwing up two's and reppin' my section
Yeah we the mob, don't ask me no
pick
Brooklyn gonna keep it moving
We unstoppable
Hardcore like parkour
Base jumping over obstacles
You getting money, probable
If we balling,
By nature we get naughty
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in my way
Can you stand the rain like Bobby
Who gon' keep
get to bopping, when we come and do a show
Pulling up in limos, smoke in a hundred sack of endo
Niggas they got they limo, trying to stick it through
squares up it's Billy Jean
Tiger Woods when he hit the green, I Wii got to pick a team
Got to get it that's by any means, world screwed up it's sippin' lean
the reefer on me i keep it on me
I be advocatin u neva gon hear no preachin from me
You cant say that shit to my face then don't be speakin on me
We aint got
a short time, he coming with everything he got
The angels in chains, the geese of Egypt still beneath their rock
Keep it cocked, when in the top, stay
My fascination with character assassination
Got these niggas burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees
We are right now in the beginning of a climate and ecological crisis
And we need to call it what it is, an emergency
We must acknowledge that we do
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
can tell just by her face
Them eyes like a cheat code
Cause you know they never lied
She don't need a man for nothin
But it'll keep her occupied
She
I can feel it it's coming, yeah the life that I wanted
Still 10 friends at my shows, soon it's gonna be hundreds
Then it's gonna be thousands, I'll
With no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em
Your bitch open so we run in it (yeah)
Any
to top me
We keep it too real to copy
What I'm listening to ain't a floppy
That disc gone be screwed and chopped
All the ballers will ride to this
Deposit
a degree
Blowing OG & you know that it's hitting
Cuz we've always seen struggle
Felt discrimination
Why we need reparations
A lil help out the rubble
shots
What's real what's not
It's all them non-believers
Cut and copy all my styles
But you non-achievers
Screwed Up Click we the shit
Nigga that be
to the young Gunna
My bitch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it's
other Native American Nations
It continues by saying
CU can never undo or rectify the devastation
And we are committed to
Something, something and blah,
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
getting money by any means
Holding it down for my niggas, gotta stay 100 by any means
I'm move in silence like a G, it's a sign from God, told me what I had
design is one of a kind
You'll find
There is no one like I and that is I why
I must keep it goin', constant motion
Locomotive i lack promotion, I provoke
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