Lyrics:
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
yeah, yeah
Tired of fucked up decisions
Asking God for some healing
Miss my brother every day
Swear to God, that's who I'm missing
Push line through,
don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
Long nights, I sold drugs just to hit the studio
Energy
Get that
Niggas don't want no push back
Revenge
Hold that
Working on all my get back
Casino
Hit that
Walking out niggas got big racks
Jamaica
Wanna preach it like your rule is the truth
Don't believe it
It's a loop it's a tool
Like oops
What did I do
Wanted me to be your quiet lil fool
Say why
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
at your mans
I'll do this shit twice if you try me again
Mama say I ain't right, but I don't give a fuck
So they play while I lay on the set while I lay in
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times
hot chicks
We got no time for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, drink hennecy
When I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll remember
is life
We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody want to fight
They want to see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin
Look
Why them man talking 'bout trap
And work they never have done
My side don't know about pressure
And my brothers they never could run
Man
I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I'm from the city where the poor flex
We push foriegn cars and park em in
look
Yea..
I ain’t where I wanna be yet
My momma worried
Bout my brother Mane it’s making me sweat
See we ain’t really got the funds dawg to handle
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Stay chisel like a boxer, wife-beater by Fila
Lou Ferrigno Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo
Stay chisel, check your paper nigga
Bring the bar
I die for real murdered by my right hand man
Or prosecuted by the white man's hand
I don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under
[Tre Nyce]
Please don't push my back against the wall, wall
You violate my team, I'm going off, off
I'm a warrior
I'm a warrior
[Mad Child]
I'm
checkers and I'm playing chess
So start using your head cuz right now I'm ahead of you niggas
I don't fuck with you snitches and federal niggas
Only
to Jermaine
I've been hard since I was solo
Niggas they feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and push your shit back like
It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Chill-Chill, brother, I'm chill
They be like, "Nerve
Where the fuck you been?"
They know where the flow's been
to my brothers
I'm like damn life feel good when you thumbin' through this money
They say life's a game, but don't try to play me like no dummy
These
mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are
It'll beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, me or nobody is
hot chicks
We got no time for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, drink hennecy
When I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll remember
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