Lyrics:
I'm a killa with 40 watt range
With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged
Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names
That shall remain
what we can find.
Walk side-by-side with me; I don’t think you will mind.
Walk side-by-side with me, we’ll find goodness in small things.
Lean on each
and the weather
Been in pain my heart cold like December
Talk on us, you get dropped by a member
BSO sending shots out like Kemba
Sippin wock' drop a line in
hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against
Ouch, come fuck with us we
The realest in the South (In the south)
Cross the line then Recky go
Tape up your house (Up your house)
All that cocaine
fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane, so (louder)
Choose
See I can't apologize, uh huh
See I can't apologize, uh huh
See they told me to stay in my lane, but god damn, I can't see the dotted lines, uh huh
on blast
That's right motherfucker Lansky's on the rise
It's the Alpha Dog homie catching you all by surprise
I'm at ah point in my life where I feel I've
I see you and I know you see me
We walk by
Our paths never meet
Seems so clear I'm the invisible freak
You keep your side of the street
Sister
was once said by Black Thought that +Things Fall Apart+
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart,
the wave
But I can't be over reacting
When they wanna walk in the path you pave
How you supposed to be acting?
But I know most of them capping
So don't
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
of line cause I'm so fucking immortal
On my yacht looking for coral
Always fucking with my 10 freaky girls
Going down, going deep like I'm in the viral
tell me whatchu want
I rock gucci, saint laurent
Pour a 40 in my pop
On the road no I can't stop
Clip make him do backflips
3 lines like a white bitch
came to scooby land cant get enough of me
now she in scooby trap made her my scooby snack
walk in with hanes walked out with fendi
run up 500 for louie
Ayy, woo
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll
Stressed he's not, though he hears another rapper upstaged him
At a bigger club, didn't use the front pages
Hundred forty characters
Multiplied by another
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
goes around like a 40 ounce
Now, I'm-a take a sip, now its time to bounce
I wont get tipsy, I don't drink and talk
And, no, I'm not a hoddlum by
think I'm shook but boy I'm unshakeable
Niggas better stay in line, merging on my time know they ain't confrontational
And by the time I come and get
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
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