Lyrics:
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
mama had some faith to give
And they brought him to her and his mama named him Vance
He was sick a long time then
I used to sit by him
I'd rub his
to see six figures or more
Whether rappin' or pimpin' hoes
I'm high capping the gold
And I know I made them boys sick when I popped up on twenty four's
ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when I'm
a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
That little sticky stay by my side
Thought you was my girl you was my ride or die
I don trust you about a thousand times
I be trapping with my dirty
and gang."
Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feelin' bad, from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
important to their parents
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf and gang
Twenty-one now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all
Yeah
It's 2am I'm in my room all by myself (yeah)
Overthinking 'bout some shit that
Probably never helped (yeah, yeah)
Girl, I need you by my side.
I
to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye
With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about
the shop at the mall
It get crazy when you really wanna (w)rap with the boy
Man, I swear, I could give you sixteen or I can fuckin' put you six feet in
got it for 20 BOY Yeah! let's go!)
KC TEAA (KC TEA!)
[Chorus]
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
we must
Fulfill!
Now, it is my privilege to introduce our distinguished alumnus
Who wrote that song here twenty-five years ago
Whe great
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere???
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
her thighs -
No hairs on the pussy, which made my dick rise
She went crazy, and I got loose
Gave her a 20 and the pussy juiced
It's the boys' night
to get it
Lil' bitch Twenty years old and I'm finna be rich
Might drop a bag on my wrist Little boy, you don't be livin' like this
He mad cause I'm
That boy he lying, he cap a lot
Not to be confused with Capalot
Polo stay on me, got G in my veins
Superman punch 'em just like Roman Reigns
I don't
cheeks and a pot belly
Hasbulla
Gimme more pints, gimme more pints, make em cold
Hasbulla
20 pound round, get em down my boy
Down by the Thames
Sipping
a little
I been searching for some inspiration
Ain't stopping 'til I reach my destination, just take it smooth
And boy these pistols ain't for decoration,
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