Lyrics:
niggas circle round they block until them fuckers dizzy
Check the weather
Heard it's ovo
Cause rain been hella drizzy
Matter of fact my nigga slumped out
breathe
It's a war going on and you can't fake the solider
By my granny's age she thought all of this would be over
How do you live sober with death around
of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty-nine
Ypsilanti
You the the type to hate for no reason, you a fan to me
Freak hoe
Give her back to streets, that's the cheat code
I make it easy when I ball, like
lavish
She hit the stain now she driftin in lanes, traffic cocaine
She got the range and ygz whos lettin it rain
She got a little jump off she dont
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
blood (yuh)
All your squad's big guns only shoot out duds
Yeah this verse so dirty throw it in the bathtub (ploop)
Yeah, EWALK just ran a whole twenty six
like slices
When I take a shot, never ever could I guy like I, would I miss
I piss on these neeks, make sure that I get it in their iris
Give a prick
after job application
No address or phone just don't jive they were saying
I'd make up addresses stop by daily stressed the fuck out from mind deprivation
you realizing that it took the pain
Started from the bottom I was in the rain
Hitting different artist so they heard my tape
Nobody wants to fuck with
fuckin with broke that's a low down dirty shame
Hook
Don't got no time for no chillin Im tryna make me a million, stack them rack up to the ceiling, Don't
the visitors
When really we just tapping in algorithms from within us
Hidden from getting clutched by the wicked ones
I'm the only physician it's not forbidden
slides just don't get em dirty man it's alright"
What?
Whippin up like it's table cream
Whippin up like I got the beam
Pew pew
Pew pew
Raygun level 45
I'm
when I go through the rain
But I don't got expectations cause I'ma be the one to blame
Had to charge it to the game
It was more I should spend
Tired
[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
only pick one, made a split one, your favorite trick huh?
Gone do it on a dick .done
Now Beating on her buttocks
Take it, "STFU"
Do D make it Rain, hell
Invest in a little
Make bread whether you like it or not
Play wimme put a hex on a nigga
Don't me call me ya brother if you wasn't here from the start
Came
Goddammit
Ayo
I go by the name of S.P.I.K.E
So Potent
And I got a public service announcement
You know it's real hard to find the real these days
I
different dimensional tentacle havin
Make a man homosexual, unacceptable ass pussy
That's fuckin' gross
You were this close Jamal, but she was swept up by ya
keeping me hooked all day
By sending me messages asking to hang
But when push come to shove you get busy OK
Uh-huh
When did it get to this point
I'm looking
you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.
When you spot a John waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
it up
Bring the facts not the dirty fiction
We run the race we the politicians
They aimed and cocked
(Boom boom boom boom)
Straight ballistics
It’s
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