Lyrics:
it's bake time
Nigga I don't play about my stack have it stat don't waste time, yeah
If it ain't it 'bout the Benjamin's then please don't text me 'bout
fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (what?)
I keep 'em comin' back (what?), We keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm
fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (what?)
I keep 'em comin' back (what?), We keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm
whole business
Paper routing my whole mind
Call my choppa Michael Jordan
Cause he always in his prime
(Shoot)
Yes I’m war ready with the 5 times 9
him, "I ain't got no fam!"
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I'm him
Don't
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
What is it? That's a Bay thing, take it from Dolla
I'ma tell you what's real, ain't no time to play
We here to stay, the whole damn Yey, let me sweep
is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you
wanna be the only reason that you brag
To yo girls about what’s worth more than handbags (Love is real)
And I been waiting for a long time (Long time
death, like he avoiding me
He was in my head and I trip every time them voices speak
Ain't choose the streets, my circumstances made that choice for me
of lead
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go then we can let you live
You made that switch and now it's time to kill
you
Maybe I couldn't feel the dream you in real life
Romanticize
Maybe I don't care enough about the time no
Maybe I just spent my life
Dwelling in
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two-twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
mo' than they deserve look all he He does is good, He gives
Freely and He's perfect in His distribution, look, don't get it screwed up
Like you live in
There's no medication
It's concealed
Taking time
They say it heals
Can I stop and make a deal?
If I say goodbye for real
Will you promise that you're never
water in front of me giving me peace
Soul in the body for this earthly time that's the key
Vibing on vegetation in my grabba give me relief
Niggas they
without restraint
You see me kicking game to em
On the field I'm routing plays
Persevering when it's rough
So Ima prosper in the end
Still got time up
distribution crazy 'caine
Elvis sideburns
His appearance always crazy lame
Move big weight though Winnebago
Remind me of Dego, and Jose Canseco
The man in San
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