Lyrics:
between the lines out the heaven
Expectable youth divine intervention teachin' y'all a lesson of violence
Doctor Death injectin a virus apocalypse
I'm
by the lake
I can sell a dream to
A nigga that's wide awake (Woo)
Acquire quiet cake, never coincide with jake
(Never) , nigga
From the Empire State,
popping things for their cranium that is dangerous
I never sell my soul for a temporary flavourless
Quest that is governed by the devil dog
I use to sit in
that'll rob you for your shoes
Caught a body you wouldn't have a clue
You a fuck niggah by the way you move
Whole life momma living off of hud
Get it out
the leases. get it by the whole sell it by the pieces. inhale the kush exhale the pain. bullet in your back hurt when it rain. I just want the money you could
guns
I ran out of patience
Went cop me some Glock
That's without the safety
You want me to rap, you gon have to pay me
I stopped doing favors, back
brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit,
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point
I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in
your shit won't sell no more
Breeze over
Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
Cookin snow white, it's just
the smoke
Gotta get it by the load
Paper stacking like they bricks i'm feeling like i'm Pablo
I only sell the green i ain't never had to sell no blow
First i
round Nigga I don't know why
My grandad told me nigga hold your own ground
Live by that till put me n the ground
Gotta stay solid stay ten toes down
You
you hear your phone ringing and you knowin' it's your son
So you tryna make it home before dyin' by the gun
Then they tryna put you down before God say
in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For
out fi dat quick
Di plane just crash wid e coke
Me nuh put it inna mi nose
Sell me sell it like seh me have a store
We ah di plug nuh di one weh
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
the streets
I guess we even, not really
I’m cut from a different cloth
Rappers pissing them off
Serving drinks out of gun stores
Cocktails is Molotovs
I’m bored
a tek it too far, more than miles
Di example dem a set fi black woman and child
Dem sell out fi dolla bills and silver coins
Subliminally children
Genuine
Only Di Realest Inna Di Link
(Yeah)
Mi nuh want nuh friend from dem pussy deh
Mi see how friend stay so a family alone mi seh
Quick fi sell out
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