Lyrics:
shit
4,000 for a new whip,
Distributors said they'll cover it
Mother's vision coveted,
Said I gotta make changes, do other shit
Command your respect,
major cake, I'm a distributor got Major Weight, when it come to vibes in the line of bass, so many lied I got a minor case, of get the hell away just
You've seen it all, and done it all
And still don't know a thing
You call yourself a legend
Proclaim yourself a King
A pool stick for your scepter
to God, she never showing
Now arch your back and other niggas
Finna have that Shawty blowing
Niggas calling acting like they know my base, I make the bed
that sprouted lips overcrowded with
Sea of information experiences that I doubt you get
A chance to go through until you're dead, nobody knows you
Alive
Another high hight
Some love and despite the trials
Some color to brighten your hovering fights
Survival
I'm a visitor to the past
A prisoner to the cost
Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing
Know my brother sell that boy, if not heroine it's pure cocaine
Know we distributors
Them
(Well well well, what about that mastered record, how good does that sound?)
Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Get your music that mastering
(We're
usin'
Remember your development with out any music
Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some
But to whoever want to know who the truth is
no way to cut your flow off
You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word
I will rock you
Rock you
Come on
Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison
Hear this monster jam
I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM'
I murder you for dope
I'm the street distributor
the And Justice For All album
And I know you guys are ready to sing loud as a mother fuck
So uh, no worries here
You're going to put your eyeballs on Jason,
The diesel distributors and coca tumblers
We shut down the club in amazement
For those that are under us
The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us
Wanna blow
But get locked and I'm sluttin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still
of rhymes distributor
The verse might rend you an Ed Sullivan
We getting loot in this, removed from this
We're true in this
Baby you already know who it
liar,
I can see right through your act, the way you lie to yourself,
About deals you know don't even exist,
Dropping all those names the way you
where I be
Green flag, nigga know it ain't no peace (no)
Meechy still sellin' dope from Belmont, way back in Missouri Street
Top tryna split a nigga
But get locked and I'm sluttin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still
Medicare Or your life savings
And we straight as a light post all God damn day
I'm your pusha man
I'm that motherfuckin pusha man
MD Mass Distributors
U feel
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
laid her
Uhh
You got some to say
Better say it with your chest hoe
You know the saying
A mouth don't get fed laying up in bed bro
It's people out here
Sellin everything from your ???? to purple drapes
So if you heed the word and you know the rules
Close the crackhouse, no hesitation, you fool
[ Wise
distributor
If you your moving WAYY beyond the limit
The point of no return is nonexistent
Itll all be OKAY eventhough it's been a minute
You still have
a homeless vet
I bet your ass don't weigh 90 pounds wet
Down at the sound check I caught your ass with a broken neck
You know my rep, so you know the steps, go
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