Lyrics:
soundin the same
Top 2 and I ain’t number 2, shoutout my nigga Plane
Motivated by the real
Breaking Bread and Dolla Bills
Showin love cus we still
Know how
back up to Kingsland, wit nice people
Shice people who snatch yo life people, trife people
Super ducers sale the same twice people, ice people
All over
runnin up yo house regulatin
Do or die, down for the scrilla, we cheddar chasin
Momma gave birth to a killa, premeditatin
????, ready to resurrect my thug
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
I come from Freaktown baby
I come from Freaktown, hit it!
Kev touch his self,
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
about a bitch
And I'ma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off
oi)
And you know that the iPhone's hot
So Telegram man when you're givin' that info (brr)
I remember when I shanked up a yute (di-di-dip)
Blood
But your quick to take a flick
By my side as you take my hand, givin' the fake smile
But I peeped you for awhile
Ease off selecta when the B.D.
quick to take a flick
By my side as you take my hand, givin the fake smile
But I peeped you for awhile
Ease off selecta when the B.D. pulled your file
Been Daydreaming
Life's just givin me
Nightmares
Shit shouldn't be
Taken lightly
So fight me
Despite it
All you bitches
Lied to me
So Fuck love
No
givin' a shit
So when I spit
Like the stars I'm Lit
Your teeth you grit
Cause this so hard
Hard to earn cheques but like Nike I had to do it
You Protect yo
ain't givin' change
You was never there for me when I needed you
But that'll never change
But that'll never change
Tryna act like me, boy, we not the same
I'm workin
And if I shoot mine it's on purpose
Let them haters die they deserve it puttin in overtime
Still posted at the Amoco
Judge givin cash 3
want it
Givin her head got her moaning in the morning
She know i like that ass up and that face down
She know about her i don't play around
Girl i'll
trynna observe my moves
Curbside Smoove lay niggas in the dirt by noon
Nerds I knew can't even solve the work I do
Five hundred every week but see I'm
a fed
P dough pulled up on a ped
That girls, now givin’ him head
And shoulders, my Gs got bad dandruff
But had a peng willy, like uncle Ricky
Free that
Yo pretty doll face
Hi, I'm Chucky wanna play?
Fuck trick or treatin' I'm pussy eatin' with a rusty blade
We runnin' amok, I'm strippin' you naked,
Music runs through my mind like a river
Send shivers down ya spine hopefully
Don't wanna be kickin' with the nobodies
Yo body better groove when I
punks plays hard, understand that they givin though
Respect by a brother whose lifestyle is livin low
Yeah... here we go, dig it
Well as life moved
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
some mileage this Monte Carlos
My car go as fast as my heart go
My cargo was bought with no barcode
I move like narco
Givin shit out like I'm harpo
racks, I just hit the jackpot
Count it up, makin stacks
Me? i just chill in the bongshack
You look like you smoke crack
Your track is wack, it's slack
No
remember the mornings
A lot of red bull
Followed up by yawns'
On in On in On in
It dawned upon me like six in the morning
Around about six in the morning
I
mama's only son
But I live everyday like it's my muthafuckin' last one
Every nigga and they mama askin' why
But I'm in the game live by the game and in
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