Lyrics:
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
never use
Two roads diverged somewhere they merge
But still gotta pick one and choose
That's why a lot of people resort to grass and bricks, so they can
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
didn't, you should beat me up
‘cause that would be a new experience
What’s up?
Everybody didn’t, everybody spitting
Everybody gotta live this
Ay, you made
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
Went home with no dough
Sportin' All Star walking to the beat
Of the Funky Four + 1
And the awesome Treacherous Three
Bump it in your Walkman
The music
is keep movin' intently
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go
thumbs
Hah, sorry not sorry (Aye, aye)
Joy Ruckus Club members vibing to the beat
Yeah, they my homies, pull up Rari's (Vroom, vroom)
Party all night, we
know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
Autopsy on that same nigga when they pull out twenty-nine shots
'Til I hit up your whole crew
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
Dear Tom, I wanted to put this out there but scrapped it so many times
Tried to remix Dear Rappers but 'cided no, first song I discovered was
I Hate
paper, scissors
Two or three bags, floating in the Hudson River
So chill for i flash one, remix that blast, son
I let my peoples get you, but they fucked
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
like first listen was ‘Heat’
But with the album on repeat it really grew on me
The 2 Chainz remix answered questions the comments
“Beyonce isn’t
Indonesia
Drifted to Virginia where my cargo like in a story
And I take you back without Donny Darko in a delorium
I learnt to beat box mimicking P.G.C
You
on a new beat with a loose leaf I'm the crew chief and not losing truly
Had to Do Me when I was moving two things then I had to turn brand new leaves you see
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
Pissed? Go to the men's
See two cats, shot two tens
I mean shotting tens in my 12
Can't test me and my on point crew
If you want food come to me
Big top
Yeah, Its Nature
Happy, 22
Yeah, yeah
Yeah Yeah
Happy 22
Yeah i'm out here with the crew
Living life healthy
Document the shit we do
When we come
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