Lyrics:
surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour
But you just can't
got that God girl type of vibe on me
I ain't never gotta worry about a thing cause I'm in his hands
And he always looks out for me he keeps me in his
Bobby only 22
Rollin down the Avenue
Head always full of steam
Plotting on his next move
Little did he know about the situation overview that he
wan' throw a pack on him
No hustlers they ain't tryna be 'round
No muscle, he ain't even got a gun on him
Got 'em like, "Why the fuck he even standin'
City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on.
With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the
Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia.
back to what I was feeling
Bitch, you was runnin' from feelings
Ain't nobody here to heal you!
Talk that talk, Got damn that shit is hard!
Ha ha ha
stepping to the beat, like I ain't got no rhythm
Don't wanna pop out
I was on the block with a stolen glock I heard shots ring out
I was traumatized by that
his life, he regretting have a baby
Murder talk, you get stretched from a keyboard
Shoot the building, thought It got hit with C4
Come out running, he
that I hated
From a rapper that I felt was overrated
Cause I knew that he was
Faking but he everybody's favorite
Coming with that same hi hat and 808 hit
running is they mouth
Well we runnin up your house, taking over
Everything
Every avenue and angle y’all ain’t fucking with me
Or coming close I’m sorry I’m
got my foot in the door
He said he heard me before (Oh yeah?)
He said he like the way I
Kill and walk a murderous show
That's when I showed him my game
judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?
The devil's got us by the balls
That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood
Knowing we gonna buy it
and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that
You go shout my name
For real you go shout my name
Ain't nobody got me more
Than I got me
Shooting for the stars, oh
Please don't blame me
The place
teach you how to put soul in your rhythm
You ain't been home in a minute feels like part of me been missing
We are whole don't forget it teach you how
From the bottle
Said her ol' man committed a crime
And he's doin' time
So now she's in the bottle
She's out there on the avenue, all by herself
wine
From the bottle.
Said her ol' man committed a crime
And he's doin' time,
So now she's in the bottle.
She's out there on the avenue, all
wine
From the bottle.
Said her ol' man committed a crime
And he's doin' time,
So now she's in the bottle.
She's out there on the avenue, all
straight need more Bacardi
My toko chilled he got it twisted take flight we at the party
South West One Call away
See I don’t care what they really say
Slow
come and get down, bust it, come on
Check it out, secondly
it's me the BROther ?uest from the S-Q-T (Square Roots)
And he's Black Thought, the boy
fucking like em
And if it's beef my homies count on me
I'm fucking riding
My niggas creepin ain't so sweet
We probably fucking dying
Ask him where he from
consistent (Consistent)
I’m steady making them big moves (Yah)
I swear I’m a do what I got to
If you need pack boy I gotchu (I Gotchu)
I’m always looking from
by running the town, ain’t dumbing it down
When I’m coming around, the one with the crown and I’m busting it wild from under the ground
While faster
do the Gods make MC's study from
Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become
Under the study with the sword above the head
So he would keep in mind
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