Lyrics:
his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learn from
sittin' in jail because of me
Check the background
I ain't rat then and I ain't gon' rat now
Just know I ain't questionin'
I don't back down
Crowd booing
don't want your money
You gon' pay me with your soul
And I'mma drink red rum from your skull, uh
Give them niggas the drum (Green light 'em)
Roll down
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog
[Mack 10]
from the 504
Live from the 504
Dro, fuck with me! yeah
Live from the 504 it's Mr crazy Flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
famous from a god dang laptop
Rollin', lookin' clean like
A life-sized Matchbox ex girl, hit my line
Turned into a missed call
You can call me Trump 'cause
Real street nigga
I got the money, don't snake me (I got the money, don't snake me)
Make it, don't let it make you (Make it, don't let it make you)
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
don't know why
Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
Baby, just rain on me
Lord, won't you
a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born
to add to my universe let
your bitch ass
Brain from your chick in the
Whip that I just crashed
Sound wild like Tory puttin' a thou down
Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow
embodying this shit
Now let me body it
I just wanna live life to the fullest
Loss so many niggas that died by a bullet
Loss so many niggas that was lost in
on the phone[01:54.82]I know that they were given by the Lord cause[01:56.62]They let me know I never been alone[01:57.93]Man it's not just cool to rap about
twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down there but Tasmanian devils and them Q-alla bears. What's that? No double-nickel limit? We gonna be there
And I don't mess with you
Get the fuck away from me right now
Yellow cake is what I got now
Nuclear power rap right now
Dirty bomb affect the whole town
ever let them niggas know your plans 'cause they gon' down it
At 18, 200 bands don't need no more allowance
I hit it out the park when she put me
Twenty-three a gram nigga, let's do the deal
Representin the Stock Family
I don't really care how big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm
don't wanna live in fear
Of where we might be in 20 years
Let's waste away just another day
Like we don't even mind if we don't stay the same
Let's waste
stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin out ya madrion hotel window like Elvis Presley
Coming down the elevator
Good evening mister excuse me pardon me
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
a bitch but God
let's go
Twenty two
Twenty, twenty two
It's a new me
Smoking on pot feeling left out (hmm)
As I stay on my past (hmm)
Twenty, twenty
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
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