Lyrics:
left to prove
What's there left do
10 minutes without a hook
I made it feel like 2
2 albums in the tuck, got one with the crew
That 3 times, its up, its
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
bitch made this shit hot
3rd album I'm bout to drop
Better go cop may just get stopped by a cop
This shit like corn bout to pop
I'm so electrifying I may
a month or minute
I haven't been there enough for all my bro's
Me and my manager closer than brothers
But still hope the other don't switchup and fold
Bridge (1x)
I been thinking bout a plan for a minute (for a minute)
Talk to myself like young brother go n get it (go n get it)
Far from content with
Baddest riddim (you know)
Dem nuh know vendetta (2K3)
Up to di time (up to the minute)
Timeless (I have the time)
See me a seh (weh y'ah seh?)
I
happens, thank God I had him
Asking why the fuck he ever came
In the first place with them cameras rolling in action
Escaped it, face it, it's too late,
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the phony' call em Adam aye
He be corny as Nebraska
So Whys it cool act dumb
This shit Russian roulette
How bout someone grab the magnum and blast one
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
and then you pass
Nigga, Till we passing out
There ain't no other path
Baby why you just standing there
Come a little closer
Ill put some weed on your mouth
boy grit, this that Jason Kidd
Bring it home to my brothers, I'm the fucking kid
I just gotta give y'all the heat first
Dry shit, no reverb
The illest
it serious, though
Yeah, look
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Ain't nobody falling, yeah
All y'all try and call it, yeah
But we stay balling, and you stay crawling
Looking for your calling, yeah
And when y
and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude (we need food!)
loyal, I die for my brothers, I'm raps Abel
I'm torn from the cloths of the Gods, defeating all the odds
You fake rap niggas y'all the facade
Y
to do it, tell me why
I had to do it, tell me why
I had to do it, tell me why
My brother was into it
Ooh what's this? Verse 2? Friends know that's new,
back was on the teacher
I was the class clown
Crying out for help to all my brothers
They ain't know that sound
Next time y'all talk bad on me
I'm gone
homebase, Compton."
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face
brother's dead
You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked
Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that, I know how you feel
Lord, but it's real,
Teach our sons
What if you're walking with your lady where There's cars passing by
I'll stay closer to the street so she ain't likely To die
What if y
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
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