Lyrics:
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit
We the Best dream team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
crib and a chain and a ring and a whip and some rims for the tires
Guess what? Mom don't work, sent a hundred grand in a LV purse
Made a album with
crazy I don't have a pattern
Imma go buy me a house on
A moon that's orbiting Saturn
I live it, yeah I live it
Beat you man I already did it
I already did
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
a nigga, no raccoon
Spending M&M's in June
Took a trip to Cancun
Culture album coming soon (Another one)
Bought the Benz off the lot
Just to give your
hit with reality
I got a long way to go for real, this shit baffling
90 mil on a crib and he not a athlete
If I don't make it for my family this shit
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
aggregated
Ohh "Don't Kill My Vibe"
Don't even try
I, slept good last night
Today I'm feeling alright
I'm tryna live my best life
Good Morning, gotta get on it
stronger
But I say what don’t kill you, make you more phenomenal
I should write that shit on a shirt
Yo, by the way, I don’t know how long this song has been
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
big
Don't really give a fuck about shit
So long I have money at the crib
Puff on my shit
I only live to get big
Don't really give a fuck about shit
So
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
gon' hit you while ya foot up (boom)
Bars for the high
Getting charged for your lives
Quit massaging the ride, that go from my side
Cause nowadays niggas
the night i whip my car with no lights
Waiting for you cross by with a bike
I’m not alright i do not like anyone who Don’t like to fight
Never met anyone my
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff
Serving subpoenas
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
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