Lyrics:
chandaliers
Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5
in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye
Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot
Now he can see
and
Pointing at an enemy and squeezing
See I thought that skills was enough for a million bucks
All I gotta do is rap about hittng em up
We had kids looking up
discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man
on your knees, and you'll be burnin', beggin' please
Brother, freeze, this man's undisputed
In deep rooted funk smoke that leaves your brains booted
This
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
Don't you turn around, he's got something to say
Everything he owns is in that beat up case
Ain't no gold record gonna take its place
He said the good
Aye Selena was 5, her momma and daddy alive
She live with her granny and brother, theres no 1 to love her so she teach herself to survive
Her brother
the soul up out em'
He going ghost and having out of bodies
I'm on a mission to hit Abu Dhabi
Back in the hood I'm in my brother's Audi
You in your mother's
Press start x3
Press start x3
Press start x3
Hop in the whip press start and I’m gone
Burnin rubber too hot jus like Napalm
We got the guns
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
debater
But I cannot respect that if I find out you a faker
They be sleeping on a nigga, with no choice I make em wake up
And this is for my brothers that
racks, I just hit the jackpot
Count it up, makin stacks
Me? i just chill in the bongshack
You look like you smoke crack
Your track is wack, it's slack
No
(grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more
a Hot Boy
the goodies that Mix (Mix) had
Trippin off the things that I bought (bought) cash
Tryin to send a brother up-state (state) fast
Yep (yep), livin on the edge, I
it's pro sports or rap
No disrespect... but you ain't real, it's best you stand back
This hardship I carry when I up it make a big splash
I'm not tryna
much money with no issues
Know what I'm sayin'?
You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga
Yeah
Extortion still exists (yeah)
Drill it
We gon' drill it in your skull
We all got love within
Brothers sisters father's mother's all my cuz and 'em
All my thugs and them still
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Hey yo,
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Hey yo,
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Hey yo,
Pizza in the evening sun
Spending time by our new
House way down deep in Abington
The view
Is so sweet
And you lift up my head
Sing, it’s time to go
forever, just stay by my side
And I get, I gotta big heart
But I can't see my brother crash out
He got him a lil daughter now so he gotta grind
He been up in
on your knees, and you'll be burnin', beggin' please
Brother, freeze, this man's undisputed
In deep rooted funk smoke that leaves your brains booted
This
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