Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm the one they scared to talk about
I'm tryna count M's, niggas tryna count me out
I was taught to go get it by any means
I don't even think
Street when I step on blocks
I'm looking to score me illegal goals
(Whoosh, whoosh)
In fact, I want me a hat trick
I wanna consume some souls in bulk
(Your
pull the trigger
Servin' fiends by any means, doin' anything for figures
Boy, don't compete, cause I get mean on my mom, I'm gettin' richer
Man, I wanna
to the pedigree
Gotta have faith nigga let it be
And If you crip then let it c
Cuz' I'm from the C-H-I (Until)
Til T-HE DA-Y
That I D-O-A
And Teddy pain go away
I
a space and you can tell
Saltbreakers
What you need to sow
What you need to know by any means
You will not burn me up
Though I've dreamed nightly
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
to
Smoke a blunt to
Do what you want to
This the kinda shit that'll
Make them freaks want you
Make em cheat on
Steal your chesse from you
[2x]
["O
left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigga
young, right from wrong, good and bad
Never knew my dad, but we had mama
Through all the drama and the rain, hard times and the pain
The type of shit that
make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko
You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin'
Caesars in leathers, we live for Coolie High treasures and pleasures
Check the queen bee, Lady Ree digging Grace
Check the place 3 o'clock, shot? No we
bookworm, but street smart
Immigrant children watchin' Buckwheat late night
Listen to Depeche Mode, Big Audio-o Dynamite
Identity crisis, coming later,
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder and Murs
What up though, still givin' a fuck
Caesars in leathers, we live for Coolie High treasures and pleasures
Check the queen bee, Lady Ree digging Grace
Check the place 3 o'clock, shot? No we
an illiterate bum
o won't you say what you mean!
Give us a moment of offering
Perhaps a pinch of your views
We love the second-rating, the repetition
you
By all means nec'sy
Get outta line while I'm stickin'
The shit right there get's messy
Caliber heavy
Ready to bust, nigga
Run 'em jewels, or your
spraying
Bitch look can't fuck with a team
That's straight from the streets
And all about cream
Garunteed to make motherfuckers bleed
By any means we going
after reading rights
They don't know what I received in life
My reason for me to push inebriatin' vice to fiends, it's like
By any means make it easier
you to be
A street entrepreneur (forever)
Cause I don't do dance lyrics
I do advanced lyrics
Organize frequencies that advance spirit's
So try not
the troops
Keep coming back making sure the
Rest can get loose
Like O Harriet, Holy Land
Sail in the chariot
My body gold from the land
Where they buried it
or a genre,
Like you know, YOLO, POLO
Holy Motorolas in my phone, I'm gon' call your motherfucker
I'm ruin you by twelve o'clock tomorrow
Not a staller of my
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