Lyrics:
loved when they scream out my name
Make it bounce
Girls to the front when I announce
All the thicc white chicks smoke me out by the ounce
You been talking
on the rack, profit a band off every pack
Remember days it got so dark that I could barely see the light
Granny tapped me on my shoulder, said it's gonna be
help it
Ballin' like the Celtics (I was ballin' like the Celtics)
Used to sell packs, I smelt it, I dealt it
Two-tone skelly AP, it's meltin' (Gleam,
on the go
I was hoping, but now I ain’t wishing for it, on some go getter shhh
This is a gunbi production
(Naaah, Naah, Naaah)
Little bitty homie running by
heartless they turn on there pack
They ask why I'm different I'm wearing a mask
I put my trust into people that don't give a fuck about me
Then I do it all
glimpse of my dna, staying down 10 toes
Growing from my soil viewed the paths that my kin chose
Always tunnel vision on the shit I stay convicted to
When
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad
DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be
that is hope
But the clocks going round and round
Every minute's like a ground and pound
I feel my mood going down and down
But I know I'll be fine, I
Go
I gotta shout out the Lo
Ran down caught billy no goat
Pop out yo city no tour
Uh
Blowing that big dope indoor free don't need no
Smoke
I'll get
need cash for the Lambo
You can't break me down cause I'm so well assembled
All I do is win I got hella gold metal hanging round my neck
Nigga Only
Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro
When I come up with big bands
Watch em' think it's loud pack
Not worried bout a bitch saying hit it from the back
Not fazed by your pitiful lousy
looking at yo Sis she gon be yo Ace, Man up hold it down everything work in good Faith Enough all of this killing, No way you can come back from death
Verse1:
Been walkin by faith
I’m losing my sight
Been leading the blind
I’m going through phases and facing the times
I’m talkin with God
Like Lord
Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this
I would steal
And the pack I would seal
Ship em out or drive the wheel
Ugh
Riding thru the interstate
Like iron mike heavy weight
Smashing on some
he's overlooked by society
He'll just set another fiend on the loose
Some pack a nine, some pack a duece duece
And won't think about pullin that trigger
Ive been making a mess
Making amends
Breaking it down
To do it again
Causing distress
While y'all just pretend
That anyone ever could do it again
No
the civil
Rights now quiet down
If he wouldn't have wrecked a
Cop then he wouldn't
Have gotten shot so it's really his fault
Shooting justified now
Uh, how
his friends cause he
He riding around by his self far as I can see
And I knock that nigga off I'm wiping his whole team
And bitch I want the whole thing
are my treats
No five oh on the low oh no
Got a stash of crunchy treats that I'd rather eat solo
Hiding bitches from my dad bitches down bad
GOD DAMN
neck
Book me, need the front end, then it's a bet
Choker chain now but next is baguettes
Chanel drip up and down her legs
Big dawg shit, now your ho
I been drowning in liquor
It's not by decision, can't even talk to my brother and sister
But know that I miss ya, even though I'm getting distant
No I
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