Lyrics:
you wit' me?
(Yeah)
L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D
All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen
I know this sunny who be lifty off
Let the cold settle in the night
Mix it up with the day
That's word cudi
I free my mind from time to time
Curious
Is this all to life
Get up do
three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
Making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
go catch a play, I'm comin' back, uh
Niggas keep dyin' out here every day, I can't relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
I'm Mister
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get
The end N to the E A R
It’s tempting to eat their knecks
Trek x (loop)
Hulllullu (loop)
Run for ur life ca I’m gonna get u back better (loop)
He has to go
oath im taking my spot bitch
I aint never going back to them old days
Back when i had no car to get home aye
All this trauma got me stuck in my old ways
page
I rap behind the beat but
Never after the fact
They put they trust in me
Never ever sat back
Since that day a loop I'm choppin it
It's make history
the test and don't stress it
You get stopped by a detective
Trying to get in your personal life
Gotta do your best to protect it
The answer rest in
town
Yo, it's nothing personal
But my kids deserve a mountain
And I'll be bouncin' back here
One day
To build a jungle gym for all the kids to play
Free
That's my dawg, Harry Fraud always bring me the truth
Ride around in the coupe with the beat on loop
Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches,
in my right hand
Think of another plan, one night stand
Party all day
Call me kanye
That's what they say? no way
This the type of shit i miss
Having
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
I'm not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin'
on the internet I got an AR, I don't like to type
Said I won't blow it, but then he ran up And he ain't come back, I guess he was right
100 rounds in the drum,
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double
in a bottle had to fish em out
I been lost on my own shit
If I plan to succeed gotta get out my own mix
I ain't entertained by you clowns I got my own
everywhere
North philly to pittsburgh
Dog i'm heavy there
Skeam Team in the build
All the girls come over here
Taking that can't get this back
Cuz I Don't like
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes
Who's Back
(Tswaa ode)
Guess Who's Back
(Tswaa ode)
Guess Who's Back
(Tswaa ode)
Your favourite rappers' favourite rapper
From back in the day
moan
Sparks of shards of glass catch my eye
But ain't no Loyle Carner gonna mix up my vibe
Cos this days too long for words
It's like the lenses in my
you get if you take a welsh boy?
Mix in some lunacy, mix in some noise
Mix in afliction with music addiction
Conviction and friction and leave it
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