Lyrics:
children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
In my hood, F-are-double uh
Cock back, double pump
You rapping, I just happen
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
me free
Gon' set me free
I roll the dice, praying they don't take me out
Like they did take off, one hell of a life
Pray that I make it to heaven when
mind
Same ones that said they love me put me down
Fake friends, set me up tryna bring me down
If it was up to them, 2Ru3 wouldn't be around
I do my best
dangerous, I come real wit this
And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping
By any means necessary, you can't get buried
I may come wit a smile
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
take her off the streets, make her disappear
Sport mode , yeah I see these niggas in my rear
All white like a nigga on the Bluff
If you gone ride for me
forget
Bitch don't you ever call
Boy i done seen it all
And i'm better off, better off
Now you wanna come my way but i set it off, set it off
By the time
get it then shut them out
Stay out my business or shut them down
You can either shut up or shoot it out
You little niggas act juvenile
If you are
[Jamal]
To set it off I got the proper ammunition
The skills are profession, versatility and great determination
To rip any MC who tests the ill
words as they drift
Witness the drift
[ VERSE 2: Laquan ]
Flow on my boat of festivity, ignore negativity
And sail with me inm why lyrical treasure
If
Front line bodies that will die for the culture
So if you're with me let me hear you count it down, it goes
"One, fuck, three, two"
Raised in a place
Ticking time bomb dynamite I'm about to go off
I done glowed up and now they want to turn my glow off
I just do my thing I don't even be trying
business
Worldwide, internationally girls cry
Raggamuffin set
'Ear dat
Say there ain't no love, don't need it
Why you showing off your weakness?
You
on Yokohama tires
It's the nigga with the Lex bubble
Candy-coated helicopter with the leather cover
If you suckin', not fuckin', take off the rubber
Then
I could spend a lifetime, stare at those eyes
You set it off, fire burning inside
If you really love me, then baby, don't lie
If you really love me,
pole position
Brag it about the ride you're whipping, your soul is missing
Race it till your death to your holly celebration
God bless a lady if only
The 25, 8 square root villain
Barefoot chillin' in a drop top ride
No socks, no ceilings
Sky be my limit, with a footnote in it
Reading "if we make
as usual
Teachers saw me as a juvenile
I spent most classes in the cubicle
Writing lyrics that were beautiful
I sat at the back, scribbling my raps
Tryna
You wanna low rate me?
You're better off in Hell, feel the flame
Fire burn roast and toast
Let me hear you scald, while I brag and boast
I keep your
you now
Blast off, cast away
Me nah go ‘itch baby, me nah parlay
It’s a mask off renegade
Di ‘utes a buss it regular, like everyday
Me nuh know if
grind I'll be aite yeah
My lil whoa he got juvenile life
Another 25 until he see the light damn
Hustling hard to set my own price man
They kind of hype
his beretta led
Shouldn't fuck with niggas in that 3 cuz they surely don't play
Chop you down in a minute
Yo' head, quick to spin it
Set it off with 50
hear em when tapes drop
I Picked up a day job
Cause no taking days off
But don't get it flaw
I'm still thugged out and pissed off like thank you BasedGod
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