Lyrics:
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm gonna blow his brain
asked me when I'll blow and I told him bro soonish
Can't spell mill without a couple L's ima get it though
And I ain't gonna fail targets yeah they set in
fucking blows up
Til I got money on my walls, I’m talking whole bucks
Til every wine I sip is nothing less than robust
A nigga might be doped up, but so
God damn, elemental styles get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya roll,
Sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe
I'm a back slap her
to take you on a war, rough and rugged route
And if another doubts, I blow your fuckin' mother out
And after she's crossed out, I shout out
"I'm the MC
nigga)
(Bring it up to me)
(Uh)
Sit by myself
With this chrome
Until I roam
Wen r u coming home
A nigga kick ur door in
Screaming nigga im home
Daddies
can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all
Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
And I'm
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga"
Lovin every second I'm a sucker for the buzz
Stacking paper burning craters lost a billy bucks
So if you wanna hear my sermon I'm about to gush
Dearly
take
To get a quick buck
Never gonna slip up
Always gonna get buck
And lift up my chin
To mop the floor with these sick fucks
Better keep your distance
Take it
Take it
Take it
Can't take it away
Anybody working on a building?
I'm working on a building
Not made by hand
Anybody working on a building?
I'm
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Steps turn around like a western
Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off
Blow your chest in
Weigh shots by the unit's
Bang this opportunist
You want war, I'm
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
leaving my stick if I'm bussing a move
Paid some change spent a buck one da shoes
Ain't no breaking the code but don't play by the rules
Man they hate when
cherry tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Friends all call me negative
Maybe I'm a pessimist
'Cause of you I'm always late
Gonna miss my nail appointment
Daddy
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
I'm bout to twist something up
Then I'mma lift over all of you fucks
I'm getting ready to buck
So I suggest you get ready to duck
I'm bout to twist
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
fifths
On point like a tack
I'm attaching the track ruthless
Trying to get that bag
And blow that cash on a few bricks
It ain't nothing for me dude
This is
by, You know I care
Things gonna be alright, Darkness to Light, Light, Shine shine shine
Darkness got deleted, nowadays I'm the Leader like Aaliyah
Turn
that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close I'll blow your fuckin head right off your shoulders
Cause everything to me is war I'm livin in horror
don't care what you say
No cappin you know I'm just keeping shit blunt
They talk and I tell em to get out my face
I'm running 2 checks by the end
I move how i move
Cause I am not like you
I brought a stick
I dont wanna fight you
And if this jams
Then im gonna knife you
I do what i want
Yes i
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