Lyrics:
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
Houston we've had a problem
Which Universe will you choose today
Choose Your Reality
Where Would You Rather Be
Options are 1 Thru 3
Wake Up
word and hold it down
Whatever you do
Watch ya mouth
We from the south
I flip this shit
Up side down
And draw the foul
A hater gone hate
Tell them niggas
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 3
Live from the Nawfside
Upper Echelon talent takeover vibe
I’m Not a Rapper I’m a mutated Demi God
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
what
Hell yeh I party, So What Fuck everybody, So What
They saying that Im going way too hard, I tell them so what
Bitch I tell them So What
By the end
undercover
I'ma mean-mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up
And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
When I roll up, it is a hold up
I put it down like this for you
Remember Whitley avenue
And everybody who I love back where Im from know this the sound
If you wasnt back on Harlan
know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
these doors for commitment
Service provided to you by the gifted
Pushing the limits, the issues, the critics
Gimmicks come in huge digits and I'm taking
with a poodle-lay(???) you know Kimiwaukee-too-long(???)
KWIRK
Ugh! When will it ever end?
HUNKIE
Captain! Captain! All the stars have gone out!
a quarter from my plug on the day I got raided (same day)
Held it down I ain't lose it (nah)
Think he told but can't prove it (nigga told on me)
You hear
shit to say)
Tell me how wrong I am
So I can prove that I'm right
I might just down 'em by tonight
(The night)
Talk to 'em cause they
'Bout to waste
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
from my head
I stare at the phone on the table
scroll down to search for my schedule
today I wish I could smile, but I'm not able
I just ran out
niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze wit' my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down
the law yeah
Spin the wheel
Pop a wheelie
Come catch up
Come catch a feel
csh my cigarette
Out the window
Live for thrills
From the bomb that is your heart
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
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