Lyrics:
door lift and leave me with a sore wrist
You should be impressed, yeah, it's like my first impression
I pull representer, exposition in a session
I'm
Mystikal, Oh yeah that's my man Doc'
***WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHIN'***, WHA!, hit you with the lamb
Chop
Throw 'em up, slow 'em up, ***LIGHT*** the wic blow
switching sides (never dat)
People be snaking, I ain't wid them guys (never dat)
show em whats popping, do it by surprise
Know better, New Era, no cap cap
I
pour a couple out to ones who couldn't make it
My brother Willie I'm still pushing for you
Milestones I'm checking off
The ones that you couldn't do
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
winnin'
She got nine lives way I'm killin' her kitten
Cherry Coke with the lean when I'm sippin'
Head spinnin' like some new Forgiatos
Pill sniffin' in
with niggas
I put niggas on ian have shit , they tried to stab my back
Choppa by my side, I call a trap, I might just kill a rat
Brand new ego shit, so
I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
I hear you be the block, but I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type, that like
I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
I hear you be the block, but I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type, that like
Think he got the better rhetoric
Claiming he here for the betterment
Isn't he generous?
Letting off on every limerick
Severing ligaments off of you idiots
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
trying to pump a gauge in me
Leave the other "G" committee
Funkadelic better tell it to the fellas I ain't the one to be played with
If you think you
Turn me up a little more.. yeah.. yeah.. I'm a scream at the top of my lungs. Spit shit till it's off with the tongue. Get lit ride off in the sun so
out it's a stick-up, hit the floor
You fish cake niggas, stay lipping off
Did your Mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battling session, what's up with it
I
Gettting drunk at 1am then swing by my local Walmart
Laughing at people Just to laugh it off
Put my hoodie on in summer
In the winter time I take my jacket
move her to it (to it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (damn)
It's like
Whooo
This that shit right here bari
Ah
Yea
Laughs
Aye
Aye
All we on is NRO
New ran order got da control
You don’t want smoke boy slow ya roll
This
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made
Slide to the left and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but
We was on some young done shit didn't know better
Trying to find love in the sticks with this shitty cold weather
Back then it was hard just
strike a pose
Stop paparazzi taken shots lights they got me
Ahhhh, am I hit yea is she still gonna let me hit yea
Better dip Pray my peace makem rest
And have yo face up on a Tee
Cuz we gon take his head off
And we gon shoot it like a 3
And you can't fuck with my warriors
Get to kicking draymond green
Yea
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