Lyrics:
Imma ride for this imma die by this , they be hating on each other it don’t make no sense , I been heaven sent , ain’t it evidence , ain’t evidence
Showdown, I don't wanna show out
Blade by my side so you know what I'm about
Made it this far, I ain't gonna stop now
I'ma end it all here
This gon'
the game down bracelet on the ankle
Mesmerized by expensive taste even if you can't afford it
So if ya gotta die Die gorgeous
This is my life I'm a live it
up
Peep the way im living if you like you can come follow
I put music over bitches and I swear that shits my motto
Uh
Niggas steady hating that just
Bust many styles, people smiling, cause I kick freestyle,to ya buck
Wild, and wildin my jeans is still sagging on the private seat peep me
In
years
I ain't just got ends, I end careers
Cosigned by the allmighty pac
When I drop science like? I'm not lyin'
Put a scar on your face like Simba's
Yeah, nigga peep my regime
Family over everything's the tune that we sing
Uh, we gotta realize this dream
Niggas talking bout rings but they don't fit
them blues (count it up)
Watch me pipe on you (pipe up), I'ma go'n bust my move
Fuckin' her friends by the two (two), I been approved
You can't get
Only love you, if you the one winnin
Look at the ap, auxiliary spinnin
Wear bust down my fit stay drippin
Mag dump, took the whole clip wit em
Not
to the game
Still in the game everything pretty much the same
Tryin' to reach a certain goal
But I gotta dish that during metro
Alcohol and tobacco
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller,
on my feet
When ever I got spare cash
I go to go and grab more fleet
Fashion not a game, gotta stay fly
I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
a nine
See I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes and drive bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page
on the wall
Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia, mafi
side
One red 'KC' blue 'KC' verified by Dr. Seuss thats right (Yeah)
No you didn't see me but it's fine (Peep this, gra gra gra)
I don't like going far
feet in the ground
Finna send this on the gang, I say, brodie, how it sound
Yeah, I had to peep the game, had to get the fuck from round
All I wanna do
side
One red 'KC' blue 'KC' verified by Dr. Seuss thats right (Yeah)
No you didn't see me but it's fine (Peep this, gra gra gra)
I don't like going far
to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes
Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even
Steady creepin, old folks peepin
It's cold in the chest, pass the heart smokin cess
Jackers peep the game I got nuts for the same
I want to kick
of y'all monkeys out the frame
Whoever gyped my locker and took my Donkey Kong game
Watch, don't even try to put it back so I can find I later
Word
the package is free Call it a game when you taxi your peeps
I know you cannot forget about me I know you cannot forget about me
I will not let you forget about
taking it back.
Just peep how they move, he is real as he claim,
My nigga going play by the rules,
But if he fake, u can tell by his face,
Then homie
on to the next phase and it's amazing
The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising
Hmm, that's 15 years in the game
Still got the fortune and fame,
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