Lyrics:
a nigga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes
They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line
I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine
gate ya
I'll first 48 ya
It's Kentucky Fried Chicken the way the first 40 ate ya
Second 40 starving it had to get a plate too
Hole in the head it's
[Pharoahe Monch]
As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm
descending in
on
Tell her bring some leafs
It's just me in here I'm TURNING up
Go to infinity
Hit my line when you turning in
Packs keep coming in
Bitch done got
Shawty came through got slayed
Damnear forgot her name
Niggas can't walk in my Jays
Surfing tryna ride my wave
Money line can't parlay
Still
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
nod, cuz if not for him
I prolly never woulda thought that I could get brought in
Submissive and divisive as a hijab
Doin my job just by pissin off
exotic in my pop type of shit to make you trip
This a glock forty bitch thirty banging out this stick
On a different type of time if yo watch got a tick
payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme
And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime
up in a line
The only thing in life that fixes everything is time
You wont find no love by putting out hate
Time to change your mind, you know it's
I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
'Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions
Headed in sweatin',
like forty couches
Shawty eat up the drip like a mukbang
Shawty look good she wan kick it like Liu Kang
I’m in Costa Rica wit Jada Reigns
Shawty real bad
Baby can you come and pick me up?
The kids here listen to top 40 pop
Low cut t-shirt, ripped jean shorts
Marching to the bar in uniform
Chewing
in
The party for sure
Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she
Got in the back do'
Bitches looking at me strange but
You know I don't care
Step up in this
own mind
Brunch on Sunday had em all in my line
Scribbled is it really worth it all on my dime
I'm like where you been when times gets silent
Time
play
Don't be fucking with my roaches in my ashtray
Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away
Every time I twist one up
You always need
it's only make-believe, well, who's to bless and who's to blame?
'Cause I walked the line and they never even called me by my name
Welcome
Might get some chips like I'm Kobe in 2009
Some snacks and Kwik Trip chicken sandwiches are what's on my mind
My shawty get outta line when I say speak
we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost
40,000 feet
It's 40k, all day, better level up to me
King James in the lane, come and test your luck, rookie
Here to bring the pain, be my pleasure, come
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
pon mi waist,
Run up pon me, Brawling yuh get 3 in a yuh face,
Pocket full a cash, dawg me cant walk straight,
Mi grab cash and fling in a safe,
Money
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