Lyrics:
favor of the Folks you niggas wouldn't understand
My type my brand
Better than you other Men
I feel I'm the...
Mike Jack in this rap shit-thriller
Off
the fifth
I read the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I could shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
present kinda pass by
I'm trying to pass my past, retaining struggles from y past lives
Remembering the times when I was scared to go outside
Cos there
ridin high
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid
Drinkin to tha set and hope my dogg young have head
Niggas on your phone but it's alright it's alright
Mandem on stand by stand by
Rarri you wanna go on test drive oh yeah
Brand neon
Brand new whip brand
she should never bite the dick that feed her
Don't make me introduce your bitch to this fly shit
Have her callin' your shit my shit
Give her dick,
Look, look
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say, and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (ah)
Tuck my fifth, don't
niggas it wit me Wakanda
Brownin wit red hair I nickname her Wanda my life is a movie no need for a Oscar
Ran it up n ran it back
Turned the audio
mouths
Devour what i beheld as final
Overwhelmed by indefinable loss
What remains of my humanity is somewhat conditional
What remains of my humanity is
your head's in the way of my mind
and by the way i'm fine
but i'm a liar
and i'm trying
so give me a brand name and
i'll wrap my arms around
Keep on, keepin' on
'Cause you came and you changed my world
Your love so brand new
Keep on, keep kickin' on
Doin' it right, right, right ah, ah, ah
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Is handled by
Red Cross signs
Like Rail roads switching sides
I Never got pass 25
Now my dreams lie
Underneath concrete lines
Afro American Unity
Couldn't afford AAU
So we balled on the streets
Now I got water on my knees
I got whatever on my dreams
By any means
But I
in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold
round
To my way of loving oh oh oh
So baby come round come round come round
To my way of loving oh oh oh
Butterflies have passed us by, Gotta get
drank, sippin' Wock by the paint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love
Tainted by hindsight and emburdened with time
We crash into each other with our wrap sheets of crimes
We got brands to maintain and identities
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
Oh! oh!
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that ass, you know it's okay
I just wanna know, if you'll strip
Make a real player wanna give
only give you lungs cancer, I heard
It give yuh mouth bad odor
Some bwoy dem send fi needle and some snort di powder
Jamaica was brand as the land
fuck me soon as I land (uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my brand (go)
Four bitches can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got
know that I’m leanin so
Nigga give it to me
I got my activist raw and it is uncut
Imma cook up this raw, it was untouched
By the time you see the final
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