Lyrics:
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
All I see is the chase
I'm on the run like a rockstar in a stock car
That's driven by the fear of being replaced
Fear of being replaced, another
money, Its pluser and pluser
Now if I want, Spend 10k on my diner
Spent fifty bands on sprinter
Uh
AR get blast by my shooters
The guy said the AP two
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
tryna take all my hope
Now I'm bustin' through the door, got the game by the throat
Grab uh board n hit the wave, the way I'm rockin' this boat
I was
They swim by
Rhythm of the rhyme
Hey high five
Hey high time
They swim by
Rhythm of the rhyme
And the riptide
I be catching waves on the regular
Turn
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
light erupt
In a fervent wave, to light a fire on us
Done away with rest, addicted by design
I've been here time and again to blast away my mind
Don't let
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga
Johnny, I'm gon blast him
I'm gon blast him
Yea, I'm gon blast him
(Yea)
Vlone thug, yea u know that's me
I got the V on the back of my tee
I be swagged out
Here comes a change and another change
And another change and another wave of change
Like a heartbeat coming from another world
I burn, bush
wave like a target, strap up in and harness, blast it
Wash out your mouth before I get a boy blasted
I'm Cush in a fight ill spark him
Cush in a fight
and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry
Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5
causing a ruckus
Cause on the beat I'm like fuck it
I answer to no one, I'm here by myself
Like my own business I'm runnin'
They say Crisp your beats are
Side by side there's five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin' the boat that's us
The Redneck Yacht
maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's
on the sea
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green
That host with their banners at sunset were seen
show you what a blast we're having right now
We're gon have some fun
Maybe get a bit drunk
All the troubles get of mind
Lemme show you what a vibe it is
girl, you're looking too good,
Supreme shapes mystified by my eyes
We don't deserve such unfair blast
Disquieting shadows dancing surrounding us
Cocoa
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
freely
And taking everyday that we can
Days went so fast, but we had a blast
So we say
Thank you Spring Break for all the memories you've made
Until next
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