Lyrics:
Bend the lil' ho over
Break her spine and pull her tracks
(Take her back)
Ain't tryna tweet when it's beef
I get that bag, i drop them racks
(Drop them
the impossible and walked off with parting gifts
New art division, for all the bars I've written
Got em all lined up like a car convention
Tracks don't get play
it's at
Like you want your life ? Cause that's some shit you can never get back
Why you tryna fight ? Cause my niggas carrying that get-back
I got some
of a sudden he wants me to see em and see em and see em and see em and see em
All of a sudden they gat my back
All of a sudden they playing my track
All
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
is a limited source
Gotta get to work now, I'm done playin
Live by design or die o' remorse
Gotta take the dirt track if I wanna get back,
Even if
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
I want a Jet Black Cadillac, everybody looking back
Checking out my ride, trying to get inside
But I go too fast, I make it last
Never gonna
I want a Jet Black Cadillac, everybody looking back
Checking out my ride, trying to get inside
But I go too fast, I make it last
Never gonna
an Ames parking lot
Have humorous fun pullin' numerous guns on consumers (Run!)
Your man-freaked that, I told John- Get Back
Broke your 8Track A-Dats
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
Yeah
Yeah
They wanted to hold me back
I said I don't like that
They wanted my older tracks
I said I
back
When I'm in the city I run the whole track
I got the whole city, I got the whole town
They call me a king cause I got that crown
See now what's
the back, they gon' hate, I ignore them It's Zilly Z on the track, you know we bringing it back
I be in the trap, you know a G never cap
I got your b by
back 4 ya
To da Swizz track 4 ya
Wants to get it jumpin'
I can gets dat 4 ya
It's me, please wouldn't believe
The ease that I run through dem suck
Life is like chocolate the black in your coffee
I could go sock it blast off like a rocket
Mark it Malcolm X go talk it
Get your hand out my hot damn
here to do
Feet up, first class, they mad
Snatch bags like tracks with no glue
We ball, we fly, we slide inside your mind
We get everything we want
Let's go, pressure
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, here we go again, on another track
Flashback to my first song, man so trash
So bad, flopped
in the lead
We got Cape Town on our back and some tricks up our sleeves
And the racks for our peeps
All from tracks that we preach
Motherfucker it's
get my life together like the oils I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where the water gets hot
Got my transporter take it across the border then
get my life together like the oils I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where the water gets hot
Got my transporter take it across the border then
a bitch down, then I send her back
I'm getting money, I'm not in the trap
When I get older, I'm gone tote the strap
Can't say that I do, cause I know that
get the best of me
Though it test me on a daily basis
And traces the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom though it
I ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my drawers but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout
when it get ugly
I'm very well protected by the angels above me
Angels above me
Seen me at my worst I was struggling
Slippin' and fallin' yea I was
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