Lyrics:
To find her kid
I don't need no helpin' hand for no other man
My name ain't game, I'm really who I say I am
I think I'm getting more
Accustomed to the beef
get it done
Up at 5 o'clock
East coast still asleep
Pacific getting out the club
Europe at the peak
Whole day at my disposal
Bound to get it done
When
They was trynna rob but I hit the gas they started bussin
4-5-6 Shots got damn I was swervin
April 17th 5pm when it happened
Glock on my head but I
want you out of my life
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
You out on your ass again,
lonely little heart has to pray for a friend
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
Good
of the city like fee-fi-fo
Creep slow in a '4, motherfuck Five-O
LA, here's to you
For being the kind of place a
Man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip
heat when you leave out
Rule four, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all you need me)
And rule five fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
out now!
Yo! 7,6,5,4,3,2,1
I'm on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up
father been down b4 his oldest son
Mama popped out 4 sons
I'm the coldest one
They say I don't get mentioned enough
But if you didn't drop my name then you
G-Star
Testin', one, two, three, four, five, six
Seven squids (yeah), and they lit (yeah)
They magician, turnin' tricks (yeah)
Turnin' tricks (yeah),
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
wood from my bats
When they meet, where the fuck y'all at? Forreal
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
lonely heartache
My heart bleeds - love me lady
Come, take a chance on love
Watch out - (it's) 5:30 in the morning,
Get out of bed and then I join
the alarms
Na cos by then they'll be surrounding the car
Wha' gwarn it's time for my decision
Time to disappear like I is a magician
My driver in position
It's the same for you
You hold your hand
And it's all fine - laced and
What would you make me do
So take my lies
And take my time
'Cause all
friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich (yeah)
Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (yeah)
I'm a hot head, but my heart cold, that
We're the ones getting killed
Stop crying
We're the ones dying
For sleeping
Or having our hands up complying
Turn on your back
4 Officers on me, I'm
listen to the rough shit
My clique bring
(Throw ya motherfuckin' hands up)
I done said it many times
Busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
freshman of the Roc
With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl
Forget your squad, better fend for yourself
Have you screamin' out four
the light is leaving
While the other kids sat rosy-cheeked and laughing, I sat in a corner spelling out sexual words in graham cracker lettering
My soul
This shit was manifested by myself and many others
Shout out to Christian Pulisic
I see you J.D.
Seven, One, Seven
I'mma need more fingers just
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
the gun and began to shout
"ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out
Now as I left there goes the boys in blue
They pointin they guns at my four man
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