Lyrics:
Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be
the trap with my demons and fiends
Been grinding 2 4s like Reece
No Alicia but I need them keys for the kingdom
With age comes wisdom
Don't mind me Imma man
Oh, my name is Krytic, but you already know
I'm that guy you told nah you would never blow
Ten years later I don't do it for radio
2nd year, highest
dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it
know I ain't playing
But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?
Excuse me, damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
media,
You just hit of my revolution radio
As you see in me two personalities
Like a TLV in my mentalities
I should be away from these cool celebrities
you
Hey you can't go, I can't do this without you
There's one thing you must know, I can't do this without you
'Cause baby I need you by my side, I
Now we gadda meet soon when it set
All I had to do get rid of that gat
Dump my ex don’t wanna respect me
Cupid nigga ain’t my friend, you know why
Beach native
This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
You niggas don't want test me
Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
probably what the
Whole game needs
Won't lie, yo, I like to get high sometimes
But I ain't obsessed with my damn weed
Ain't impressed by your damn keys
Your
that ball and tall
I used to sell it white as Paul Wall
Gave my young boi three of them in the mall
And he gon' bring me 75K back tomorrow
You know what
your whole block now, pumpin' my work
My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
And my singles like
on you babe
Didn't even make you a spouse, don't ever speak about dark days
Cus I was raised by a single mother, her and my Dad had to part ways
See they
smoked on regular green(no dirt nigga)
We are not the same, I do for family
Lames go off fame
Satisfied I'm bagged up
Alicia keys, ain't gotta know my
to me
That perhaps JLo was
Just thinking of how far we'd all come
That now we can all celebrate our asses
I don't know maybe
If she didn't have a new
to wash my dreams up
I know thats what they want me To do
But i aint gone let up
Charge it to the game you was Lacking you a fool
Adderoll Percocets where
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub
I came to holla at some big booty bitches
And listen to the speakers thump, where
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
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