Lyrics:
Ain't no pressure like Romo
Your girl topped me in slow mo
Ring her bell Quasimodo
I got that razor no moto
It's my world like Jojo
Young Pro with a old
Like Snoop and Dre with The Chronic
Or getting hooked on to phonics
The manic semantics couldn’t be
Deciphered by Mannix
I plan, plot and exam it
It’s
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they
throw, a listenin' party for, for their album in the 6
I think you first person I've seen,
To do that or the first person I know
From the 6 to do that
So
the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilin' in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the Phantom
They follow us to mansion, but I
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
do not have beef
With nobody, chicken chasing and getting cheese
Working and hustling, yeah, by any means
I will be puppeteering, pulling strings (ha)
in extra hours
Do you walk by faith or do you trust the doubters
We all made to live but not all made for power
How she moves with pressure tells me
down aint no sucker
Aint no sucker, Pop Smoke
We gon let that Glock go
Trust me I will not go
Your girl flirty off that dope
I dont do no fake bars, only
this pussy like you 'posed to
He ask me what do I bring to the table
"Good coochie", that's the proposal
A bitch like me not easy to come by, I thought
lifestyle
[C-Bo]
I'll bring it to them how they want it cause there is only one way to do it
Bring it to them how they knew it on they death bed put by fluid
to fall over and that was it! Goodbye, no
f'king Icky to help me out with the wings....c'mon dad, watch this!
Anyway, that leads me on to I've Got The Fire,
in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me
in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Aye Aye Aye Aye
I be getting paper
Got a beam with a laser
Shooting like the lakers
It's up when i get this taper
Lil hoe come do me a favor
It ain't
have at stake
Look at my daughter's face
"Mommy, something is wrong with dad I think
He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me
Won't
(Ooo, imma take her on a world tour
Ooo, I get really good at what I dooo
We bouta hit a milli by the age of 22)
What she want me to rock her world
14th of January
Trappin in the dark i'm on Noahs Ark
Asked me whats inside two of every kind
I jumped off the porch ruger by my side
Training up the bae
mm
Easy
I'm on 6
Building and building, its brick by brick
Couple corny cats in the industry
Turns out all they do is cap in they ministry
Trust no
you're not an island even if you try to be one with me
If I had a problem, then so did you
It slows to the ocean and solitude
Oh, I swear
Colorful
and taking shii from me
Get out of my body every time a nigga play with me like I’m a dummy
Quick wrap up a conversation like a mummy
If niggas ain’t
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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