Lyrics:
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary
(Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought
can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got
Google William Hung
I know in '98, you were treated like gods
Yet 20 years later
You're the king of the dad bod
I heard you're making bank
Now as Vegas
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
It's a dirty world but it still spin
You can't do nothing about it but try to live in it
It's a cold world
Surrounded by lies but it's time for
it is, what it isn’t
Tell me what you had that we didn’t
Heart still missing a beat
I was blinded by deceit but now I see
You’re a cheat, you’re
Young nigga walkin backwards on the beat
Dese bred 11s on my feet
Got twin riding right here stick on me it's tucked in the passenger seat
Scope
the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin' like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I'm from the A, I love your ass, it's a peach (Peach)
Where I'm
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning off that dirty sprit.
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty
Dirty shoes I feel like dancing in my dirty shoes
Ready to groove
Dirty Shoes I feel like Ive got nothing to lose
Were on the loose
Never really
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
sadeed
[William Cooper]
I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces
Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred
Life's
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
delight,
Did you chance to hear a chorus in the shearers' huts at night?
Did they "rise up, William Riley" by the camp-fire's cheery blaze?
Did they rise him
getting him wiped off
If he from that dirty
I spray it like lysol
I aint tryna type yall
Better stay in your lane
When im throwing this bitch
Ima strike
(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em
I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
on William Rhodes
'Cause at the sound of the bell, my circle square controls
And all MC's best sweat, we bringin' buckets of heat
So don't fret, kid, I
Who said I couldn't do it I'm like fuck em huh
Now she wants the d all because I'm awesome bruh
Bitch I'm boss by my rules my own customs huh
Now we
Nashville bound
by
John Malayter
I’m Nashville bound I’m hitting the road today nothings gonna stop me, lord I’m on my way
Riding in
have them killers come and get you Niggas stretched
The games over the takeover been predetermined
I run tracks , Malik Williams ,This higher leArning
once again you really wanna play that, wow
You angry? You mad? You irate? I'm on Katt Williams’ time, don't worry, I'll wait
I pack bottles of water so I
danse, hey
Sac à surprise
Pas fini oublie !
Plus on embellit
Plus ça get ugely
Sac à surprise
Sur le beat, j'suis ivre
Sur le Jean-Guy
J'puff un gros bim
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