Lyrics:
kids off there (Iz U Wit Me?)
All my crew with my sound (Iz U Wit Me?)
All the brothers on the corner (Iz U Wit Me?)
All the hustlers getting cash (Iz U
that I used to tend
Same way the LORD delivered me then
He'll do it again! Again?
Yeah, Yeah! He'll do it again!!
You goin' down Goliath
& I'm comin' for
toe, dontcha run
Can’t be work, when ya having fun
And ya always bite your tongue
But who they talkin to
I'm rubber you're glue
Whatcha do bounce off me
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
be drinkin' and askin' for more, yeah
They drive new Honda Accord
So I bet they'll be crash by the end of the mornin
Yeah, she love me, she poppin'
it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by
phone
But when a nigga up they won't leave me alone
Now I'm better gettin the shit I ain't had before
Got it out the mud I'm off the dirt road
Turned two
of faith to see where that trail leads
I'm in my own lane but you can trail me
If you look then you're lost then you will find me
Somewhere ducked off locked
feel you need me
Only hoping on a track with my team
Faded off OG and big biscotti
Seems like I been high everday this week
From Greensboro to Durham
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
the type to run and go
And tell just by lookin at ya
You want a mission for recognition by dissin
Then have no problem till
The record started rippin
(Ya'll
till the record started rippin
(Y'all don't really want it) So let me tell ya the deal
I'm oh so serious, I'm dirty, I'm no longer for real
LIKE A HOP
fifty cali's
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' Bimm-o's, then parlay in
when them cars spin
Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
So he took off runnin' with the hammer, tried to toss it
Cops shootin' metal slugs rippin
I say my lil mama hate me
But my real mama love me
I'm always after my bag
Cuz I was born in the Duffey
Used to live by the swamp
Now these niggas
on a silicone
I'm a lil nasty nigga I admit it
I'm trying to get gassy right after I hit it
They say I'm a young hot nigga I'm a need me a skillet
This whip go
it's like (phew)
Tried to wake up early, snoozed 'til noon and got it off by two
You ask, do I stop? Do the clock?
Feel like Loc Dog, should I do
to an enemy
I can't let these fuck niggas ahead of me
Don't want no convo they ain't getting my energy
I chop they head off it's a new human centipede
Savy play
Afflicted by my past, I can't seem to let to go
No it don't define me, but it's keeping a hold
Full nelson, arm-bar, and rear-naked choke
Life got me
and show you I stay humble
But niggas keep hating I'm bout to say fuck
It I don't wanna play no more
My nigga Solo he told me
Don't say no mo' cause
We
the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt
account, you hate anon
Who the fuck do you think you hatin' on?
Like price tags, rippin' labels off
'Cause I'm not a rapper, I'm a savior, dawg
So now I'm
watch me I spent three racks on 'em motherfuckin' chain
You should probably go see my whip
I just spent three racks on 'em motherfuckin' chain
You should
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