Lyrics:
I know, I know
I know, I know
Mustard on that beat, hoe
Run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up
'95 in my cup
Nicotine in my blood
Go,
a-a-a-drenaline, woah-ohhhh
A-a-a-drenaline, a-a-a-adrenaline
pushing flesh and marrow
Kicking bone and blood
Boosting up the cell count
As the burning (?) is flood
I know, I know
I know, I know
Run it up, run it up
Count it up, count it up
95 in my cup, nicotine in my blood
Go run it, run it, count it,
w/ ad libs]
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
w/ ad libs]
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
the appearance
I seen a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that shit just get him
the appearance
I seen a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that shit just get him
In the war zone with the hittas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write
Digs inside your soul...Kicking out your knees
Feline aids...Fucks your brains
T cell count...Slowly drains
Feline aids...Comes around
Shitting
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had
(quarantine)
My eyes became a hostage of my smartphone screen
I am stuck in quarantine
My blood cells pray for a vaccine
The walls around me crush my lungs
When
Nigga, it be so much backdoor activity transpiring
I guess dawg told blood to line me up for the free throw, right?
They say blood took too long,
walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Ooh! they follow me
Okay, it's blood, sweat,
see underneath
A day for the dead cells in my mind
I created a cancer it's the killing kind
We count on the best to keep us alive
It was the best
to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest, I'm a finish my count
I'm a set you out, later my dude, one)
Mop wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
Come
the streets
I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell twenty three
Tell the warden "kiss my ass", pockets on Monique
Bitch, I'm
Sunday morning
I watched you go
Walk out the door
Cell is ringing
My blood runs cold
You're on the phone
Cuz you don't love me the way I do
I do
locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn well
Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I
right)
We the best, so we marching like
They follow me
Okay, it's blood sweat and tears, it'd be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
scared close your eyes and start to count to three
Blood spilling on the floor looking like the Red Sea
Everyone look away when I'm round ocd
Ima rebel in
And I stuff in the sack
Stuck in that cell
And I'll never go back
Send them young nighas
They swiping your pack
Sipping that red
I don't know how to act
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