Lyrics:
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin'
I got the jealous vatos time 'cause I got the hyna'z shoutin over LIl Rob
One
to the game
Cant be selling c.d's 'n' still selling dem thangs
Cause bitches drop names 'n' bring a lot of problems
'N' puttin' something in they head
the face
They ain't no bad boys, no
Change the game with my bad boy flow
My left wrist covered in snow
And I said, they aint no bad boys no
Let's go
I
better do not test me
Get down on your knees before you talk or address me
I am king look how I walk
I got a lot of friends but I be talking to walls
Whole
was down on my luck lots
The point broke off was stuck in a tough spot
What's sought after the most is something I've got
I've gave it enough thought
We
given Sunday
You can lose
Don't get greedy
One on One
I'm strapping
Homie locking up like Petey
Thugging by my lonely
She telling me
Put it on her
Got
Got a homie in Pomona
Shout out Dru
In West Covina
In and out the mix
Hard to coexist
These niggas faker than they wrist
Product of the trench
Lot
'm the kid, going for the win
Greatest in the mix, it's the mix
I'm the greatest kid
Going for the top
It's no stop
I got everything I could never stop until
Just stick by my side n take my hand
You got me gassed up and you swore it was truth
Took advantage of my past that's mental abuse
I sat there
Huh, huh, walk around I feel like a champ
I got marks on the road, watch me go hit a ramp
And Cole Myer a jew so he walkin' into camp
I put the fire
the thing on lock
Got the game on lock
They taking shots
We taking off
Can't make us stop
I thank my pops
For the days I got
On the faith walk
I gotta great
plain
I made my dimond's work for myself defining
The game brought the fame and
Then came the Dimond rain
I don't scurrr I dont blurrrr
I don't
actions
He's sitting back clapping, he hopes I eventually bend (No sir)
Might end up breaking
He might overtake me and taking my mind just out for a spin
Ay yo this one for my old man, miss you
This "The Truth" part 1
Ay yo I been having trouble going to
Sleep at night lately I just
I guess I got a lot
Stone cold
Got the game in a figure four
Bitch, I know the ropes
Jericho
Sold a lot of things
Never sold soul
Even back when I was broke
I never
a dirty game n****, a lot shit be superstitious ain't the same n****
These boys don't play fair, you got to keep a banger with you
Loyalty and being solid
remember when i was a kid,
i romanticized this shit
Lc seemed a lot like bliss
sunshine, daydreams find me sittin
on the beach not lettin shit get
ta switch drop tha ass out
I'm out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put that on errthang
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit
options, then invest into somethin'
I speak with bosses they gon' keep the work coming
A rack a pack I wanna stack up hunnid
And I ain't greedy give the game
niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million
A lot of tree, a lot of gems
Bottle all that hate and bring it over here
Don't be scared, accept your fate, mind over fear
How many funerals I done
got some fame
These bitches don't fuck me the same
Since I got me a little fame
These bitches don't fuck me the same
They call me by my first name
I
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got
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