Lyrics:
n stay up on ma grind
I've been dream chasing for de moni it's been big big figures all de time
Big big numbers comin up
De moni comin it can never
mouth
'Cause the first one of ya'll steppin' is the first one I'mma toss out
These niggas got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin'
the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to even shop me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out
Big up
to be leavin' the glock glock nine, But I'm livin' so low down,
Bone gotta roll out, We livin' like Trues, Give up to tha bang,
Always stay down for my
ain't no average joe!
I am an animal!
They keep on aiming though
I keep on dodging though
I keep on getting dough
Smoking by the O!
I'm rolling up
and then nothing was said
They all know it was mine, cause the baby had a big forehead
I ain't no kinda daddy, hoe
I'll be filling up his bottle with Faygo
Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
on a runway
I'm on a plane now
I'm going somewhere
They wanna level with me
That's someday
I'm on big, big, big business
Come with the pen and pad
They
played by a whore
When I shoot my shot I never miss twenty-four
Ballin on these niggas I be running up the score
Hop in the foreign I'm speeding
Team
big
Yeah, big like Biggie
Vaccinate my friends like yo it's no biggie
Roll up to the club like damn it ain't open
Bigger than your Spotify check, Joe
Jet life jet life
Roll one up for the haters
I'm just counting my paper
Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank warmin' upstairs packin' bags
day
Like what the fuck a YSGS or a 22 anyway
These niggas fuckin' up on drills
So I'm standing here today
I bet they feelin' that regret
I left yo bro
mean I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up
I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
But my mind on cash,
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
rapping, I'm slacking, I find it taxing
I'm actually working on skills that I've got to be an assassin
So tell Joe Exotic I'd have done it thanks for asking
Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho
Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King
Money on the floor
Lighters
water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this n**** - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in
Steering by Starlight
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner
CHORUS
I’m steering by starlight
Trusting blind faith
This is gonna be alright
That
Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side
Raise up off they block poppin' gizzun in a big fight
All out non stop riders until our
I'm about my bread
My flow is yo ceilin', ceilin'
Nigga pop off
Or you betta get popped, my word is born
Wanna shoot the head up
Meet me in the ring,
it my way
I was faded in the daylight
Elevated up in cloud nine
I don't need no one to get by
If you wanna judge me, that's fine
'Cause I'm all
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away
By the way, [whats up dawg] who's hardest
Probation over yeah, ima
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