Lyrics:
screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the judge
be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come
in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was raised (break it, break it, break it down now)
Blowin' chocolate up out your van and
They
where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that
SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need
To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready
Hol' up hol' up, the moon is setting soon
Saturday's cartoons gotta come with the spoons
Mimosas on coasters
Welcomed by a wise-cracking hostess
You got
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
and turning nights are over
I don't even feel a touch of blues
Once more I can see the sun a shining
Shining though I know I'm over you
So don't think it ain't
Where you at? Man, I'm looking, yo, you thinking someone took it?
Did you check beneath the cushions? Where the stash at? That track, the one you're ass
flabber stripper sticker
Rubber dub hub under
Shoot down the demons
As they fly by sky
High now that you're ready
Wash your face with insecticide
Face
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
I am the one
All of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that
cuffing season
My girl I wanna hold ya
Man I beg you turn up the track
I don't where she learnt to do that
I don't where she learnt to do that
But we can't
old me
I couldn't just be happy in a relationship
So I made the shit and you took the shit
And I shook the ship and I sank it
Now them dank spliffs are
Aang
When I'm on the track and start spitting it
I feel like Zuko I strike with the flames
You don't want smoke with me no way
Like a lion out his
at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t
friend
You know we've been through worse
And we came back again
Lift your head to the sky
I'm by your side my friend
We're on our way now
We're on our
gonna milk it but took out my eye so now I'll MLK it guess I'll die
I had a dream but it's one you are constantly dragging me from
Pull me left pull me
what you can
Knuckles got threw from the hands, you talk dirty then chew on this sand
..now tell me, is that what you had planned
c son of song,
By now I think it's real, I'm the best one
Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
are you kidding?)
Eddie, are you kidding?
FZ: Oh, I forgot to mention this is where we take our intermission, we'll see you in a few minutes...
my nerves twitchin'.
Enslave your mentality. Nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin' sergeon for a free ride.
Where you think you goin' son ?
We
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
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