Lyrics:
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
Yeah
It's has been one whole year
And I feel nothing has changed
Sitting in the room don't know what's the next step
The brain keeps shutting down
of the African
Or should I say the mother, bringin' us back again
From the drummin' on the Congo
We came with a strong flow and continue to grow
Feet move,
56 years ago
With a wife and a son and a life of fun
Didn't lie didn't run
Bob Smith had it made
Bob died with a peaceful smile
Friends and family by
away from my home
I have a greater calling and I can’t afford to lose
Don’t have time to be beaten by men that’s when I had to choose
My
Self above this
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
Will Smith in Gemini Man
The more I struggle the more he gains muscle
And we royal rumble until the whole thing's rubble
So I let him go, and let God
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin' (I'm not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some
on the floor (what)
Get it on the floor (yeah) (what)
Get it, get it on the floor (come on) (woo)
Once again, it's the darker nigga
Hit or spark a nigga,
on the floor (what)
Get it on the floor (yeah) (what)
Get it, get it on the floor (come on) (woo)
Once again, it's the darker nigga
Hit or spark a nigga,
lyin
Not livin' by none of that shit that they rap
When I walk in the club, I'ma change the climate
Whole lotta 1s I can't fit in my bag
I'ma rap till I
it, ha-ha
I got it, yeah yeah
I got it, I got it, I got it
GREEN: I got a Smith 'n' Slappy grind for you (what you got now?)
I got your payment here in
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
deliver
Uh, out in Russia you might shiver
See the moonshine inside my liver
George shot Lenny by the river
(Uh)
Dipping tobacco inside of my lip
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
the whole block starin'
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me then they lie to me
Product of a dyin' breed
All my homies tryin'
the whole block starin'
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me then they lie to me
Product of a dyin' breed
All my homies tryin'
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
What were we talking about?
Oh yes, humanity
There's a topic we could spend forever talking about
What was it again you wanted to know?
A list
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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