Lyrics:
hangin'
You want beef, it ain't bangin'
Foul memories, you was bent but you
Remember it's the Infamous
Never took our shoes off when we enter
Stash gash
on it so it don't make a sound
Pew she loving the crew
I wanna crib by the lake I'm too real in this state so I don't want a pool
Cool cool she fuck with
stay and play some L.A. hoes"
He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll
it hard to see
We all equal, some with needles
Some with 3rd degree
Time to be who we called to be
We is one
And one is we
Tell me who we running from
to the sky
IV Pentecost/The New Church
In one accord, we live by faith
Possessions shared; our hope embraced
Our rulers cannot drown our zeal
We have a gift
on you
Long days turn to short nights
And short nights mean another fight
We always arguin'
In my heart though, I know you right
So put some clothes
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us
to sleep
Some weekends we go to Austin
See grandma D and the crew
Hang with Shauntae
And play fight with uncle coop
Grandma D death hit us hard
They had
and blush
We don't live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us
Repeat Bridge (x2)
Verse Three:
To each his own,
but none will ever come unseat the throne
Salt
moving out the ya no Yeezus
They wanna defeat us
I say we all hustle are own way by the way talk man check it, they all beneath us
(Uh)
Talking hard shit
the peace, but we will troubleshoot
I ain't never really worried where the trouble is
Cause where I'm from on the west be was some troubled kids
Buncha
on the 2
You can end up in a New York City sewer on the news
Depending how you really really blending with my crew
Never switching sides I'don ever have
realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke
And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
you feel alone at night i hope I stay up on your mind
Live inside this moment for a really long time
If you didn't notice need to try and read the signs
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
asking, why aren't they trying to find me? Why doesn't anybody want me to be there? It was a really hard time. And it was like that for a long time.
I
Ya anti-black, don't care about injustice
By, the lack of action
We were brought here in a faction
No compassion, no you can't imagine
Stripped from ya
letting it sang
Long live tan I'm not insane
Ay
Hop in the coupe
Hop in the coupe
Coupe
Coupe
2 doors 4L
You know how we move
Me and craig like wassup
What
When I go shopping
Whole crew stunting, yeah we stand out
I don't owe you nothing, why your hands out?
Gucci down, let me brush my shoulders off
My
in a Chevy Cobalt
Jonas Brothers, better turn it up
When we fly down I-35
Don't lie to me, I just want the truth
No handshakes, I just want the news
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
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