Lyrics:
Left too many bodies in the game rap like pure cocaine like my last name was Blanco
Yea
My flow addictive
I need some syringes
Take a step back imma
By this time I know you got the memo/ streets on the fire flows presidential/ californias legendary but they missed one/ allow me to get closer to my
Place shame on you still
Feel like you ain't it
Feel like you don't feel
Confidence in yourself
Breaking on marble floors
Watching anonymous strangers
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
feet
Ball like I'm Kobe cus he was a G, when I was twelve I ain't got no jeans
She told me I got a millionaire gene, got like a hunnid tricks up in my
I don’t milly rock
I don’t dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That’s a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Foot
pac-man
Run it up
Run it up
I ran up them bands
I run up them bands
I run up them bands
I ain't get a memo
I came in the game
Solo
Dolo
Catch plays
It's a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G's replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So
'lotta racks, dividends up in amounts
I'm with the mob and we finna cut a movie, nigga no Paramount
I cannot trust these niggas, yeah your words don't move
my inbox 10
And ain't nothing your probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I'm in your thoughts next time login
And not if not ain't no
All money ain't good money
But ain't no money like the show money
We came from the bottom to the top floor
Plus I paid for it it cost a lot
understand why my momma used to tell me that
Ain't that true, you can't make a queen out a motherfuckin' hoodrat
Game on you, cause now you back at your
rape the tape, drop along in interstate
Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
bands in my pockets
You ain't making moves then we can't dance
Making money that part of the plan
All my skills got you stuck in a trance
Got game breaker
bullets? With
Ya teeth? Nigga Please!
I am beast released creature
Least to retreat ya ain't a bone in my body
That's weak I bleed ether
Lone with nobody
and The Outlawz
80% of y'all publishing
"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more hot
tsunomis
(Low key)
Aint no need
For no games
Grown
Ain't no shame
In just laying
Saying
We just do we
And make a movie
And watch that
Oowee get slain
lie, playing pretend
Pay me 'cause I'm rocking a tag
I ain't fucking with a ho
Look at my wrist and it's looking like snow
I'm in the drop top
all and watch em die, one by one like domino's fall in line
My daily life is what you might call a crime
But I aint hard to find and that's all the time
better be toting
My baby stay wet as an ocean
And that be my rider we keep it in motion
Toasting, hold up yo glass
For my niggas wit bands and bitches wit
I'm holding up the planet
I want my name all over the game like Mega Man’s
So I took a chance
Picked up the mic and said fuck a band
I spit a flow like
goodbye
Why she playing these games no all she do is lie
If you know that she real tell her hop in the ride
If you know that she real, then don’t wait for
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
kidding that's bout 50 in that Louis bag
Name a stripper in the club that don't know my name
Bitch got the tripping when they mention about no lying game
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