Lyrics:
could feel me now or just wait until I perish
Either way I'm seeing out the vision, eyes never blurry
In my team I believe, once down always down
Even
styling my contribution to
The whole shebang ain't that something?
A yearling rearing by steady
Hand of craft campaign in these dreary days
Where flat out
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender
to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up the smoke
Put it in the air I don't care, if you rich if you on
Welfare
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
and ordered a Cognac
Pull out my product sack, and commenced the break down
Here baby, you puff? grab up a seat and sit down
(Chorus x2)
We gon' roll it up,
trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry MC's never seen this.
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
cause while Compton's
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
scrutiny
Dashing out of arena surrounded by security
And groupies roaming lobbies just ain't fun no more
They stalking as hobbies and I ain't gon' run no
blessed her face (amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'ma smoke until the sun's blocked, I don't use drapes (okay)
I was really out in
belong to me, pass her to my homie
That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E
are-E-S-P-E-see-T, to the day I D-I-E
Or unless you're a want to be, then
a fuck about the vests on 'em
F&N break through the vest
Won't have a neck on 'em
P90X, still muscle up, I'm finna flex on 'em
Nike garb, the white gurb
He
stepped on
I wear grudges Like it’s pressed on
When I get on it’s headshots to ya dome
Ain’t no need to put no vest on
R.I.P n**** rest on
A door closes
own
Oswin Verse 2
I'm just a good nigga
Surrounded by hood niggas
Who never learned to pull out
But learned how to pull triggers
Who believe in
Verse 1
We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son
Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase
they don't deserve equal rights
Yea, yea, throw them in a bus, yea, yea, light the bus on fire
Yea, yea, p-purple peeps... They don't even matter
Yo,
(Haha) listen
Err’body put ya’ fist up
We gotta break outta more than the wrist cuffs (Yes)
Old heads, lift the young heads, call it a stick up
That’s
Keno wanna taste your blade
Keno wanna fuck your main
Im losing myself
My replacement is goin insane
Im hanging by a thread dont break
Ill tell you
allot better bitch I see that's why you hate
Shawty so bad we don't need molly to get horny
Smoke a blunt, sip on Henny, fuck until the morning
R.I.P
You stay out of my way, there'll be no problem
But if you toy with me, I will burn you so bad
You'll wish you had died as a child (Child, child)
You
Watch how this motherfucker break down
Make em go dumb with the bass sound
Know you got rats in ya circle but its cool
Cause they really won’t
damn compliments
You prolly just take hearts and break em
You that guy that momma say watch out and stay away from
Wow what a conclusion
Verbal illusion
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