Lyrics:
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life
As time slips through my finger tips
Like grains of sand in Caesars hands
I can hear the time bomb as it ticks and it ticks
Not long to go now, no
got cussed out
I’m inclusive
I really mean fuck everybody
I walk in with my fingers already up prolly
On my bullshit
Flash back every time i sign
i won't crash
I'm balling like Steve but my last name ain't Nash
Cause im all about cheese and I'm loving that cash
Glock wit a beam yea you know it's
your bitch last night it was a blast
Pull up, shoot my shot like Steve Nash
This the crew we don't really fuck with you
ACED Gang on the motherfucking
the highest
For my niggaz locked up I'm a freedom fighter
These niggaz gone hate so that heater by me
Bitch I'm feeling like Stevie can't See nobody
Doin me
through & raise hell
(Verse 2)
Let me be brief, case at my side
Fall in line, get blown away by designs
This one's for flight, my altitude is high
Tested
and "Hey you!"
The warning drove from a Seville as it sped by,
Lead fly, ratta-tat-tatta, his blood spatta
I strive ta, see the driva with my eye,
Moms
true colors stay purple
'Cause they need to see that I'm royalty, put the glasses on Steve Urkel
Yeah, I finger myself on the stage, it wasn't
the right mori wa Xintima
Staliano in the north west a know Dealer
This a beat my my bigger nazee no Jay dealer
By the way we both jay dealers
The operation
Price on your head is a g stack
Fun in the sun like I'm Steve Nash
Yeah
One of the greatest
I run it and gun it like Elway
Y'all niggas hustle the snail
on the walkins
Gs in silence, there's no talkin
Bitches stare at my chains, she gawkin
Way too smart for the old Steve Hawkin
Life too bleak to live out in
wanna sink you
With my finger tips
I wanna swim in the tide that flows
By the end of your lips
You lok so good and so hard ti acquire
I wanna burn with
rain
Oh baby, but when I kiss your lips
The clouds begin to roll away
Uh, down to my finger tips
I feel the happiness each day
Oh, my Mama said
on a bitch and she say hell-no
Dunk my bags on a bitch
And give her PG's Tips
Got a girl? Tryna lips
Keep her off the footie pitch
You hate us cuz you aint us
determined that that's a bunch of horse shit
My brother Uzi get the cookie in by the assortment
My money gorgeous, I stack it by the square root, Aye
Need
Looking into a crystal quartz orb, reciting lyrical law
That cause warm feeling sensations precipitating from the finger tips
To the arms, to the lips,
the flake come whiter than Everest" (White, white, white)
Consign that food
In business terms that's leverage
Got Steve in the pub ringing off my line
Like "I
You can turn this world up on it's head
It's a switchblade
Blood trickles down my finger tips
I can taste you from so far away
What'd you put inside my
It will never find its end
Blood on my finger tips
Writing until I am dead
I will be the voice that haunts your head
you will never comprehend
By
from shots go da da da da da
Lose your head if you don't duck enough yeah
I was only tryna get my budget up
Then by life i was hit by an uppercut
Yeah
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
on teachers
Solar eclipse
You in my cast and I'm writing the scripts
Niggas be faking and lying for clicks
Back in the day I was waiting for tips
Nowadays I be
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