Lyrics:
of minerals, easily broke down
Hard rock MC's ya nothin but compound
Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's
In the videos with those questionable flows
Take
of minerals, easily broke down
Hard rock MC's ya nothin but compound
Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's
In the videos with those questionable flows
Take
Produced by Ghost Green
Hello everybody my name is Ghost Green
Right now it's bout time for you all to know me
Cause I'm in here in the studio
On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking
Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun
in the crib yo, smokin
Sat me down heart broken, hopin the phase had me open yo
You like, hey yo, for real you like lovin you for life it's only
you fucking walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slapping niggas in shit
I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
Only way you
and they got tecs like Draymond
Chef like Raekwon
In the kitchen with napalm flame shit
Bad bitch with me gettin' her slay on
Let me in this bitch I'ma stay
with
Some chick from Thailand
Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips
Whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib
In each time zone
Parted us for
with
Some chick from Thailand
Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips
Whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib
In each time zone
Parted us for
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
so many riders, so many things with family ties
Sledg was like my big brother
Used to pull up for beats
Used to hear me in that Bonneville all
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
can drive-by
G's the only code we abide by
Blunt burning in the ashtray
Playing faggot games and now your ass chafe
Niggas wearing tight pants
had a chance to choose the limits for our ways in the future!
A lot of stuff is destroyed by the hands of time!
Sculptures will become mountains,
ablaze while they spark in flames
And don't my sweat drips bout to draw the claim
For the hot shit be the one to blame
So even when I'm gone, I could still
the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?
Can I puff cigars
the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?
Can I puff cigars
fuck with that
I guess a go getter who’s been got needs to still get by
But there’s some wonders in this world that needs to fill my eyes
So I can only
cringe
The end justifies the means
My flames are fueled by the screams of those who dash hopes and crush dreams
Your weak flesh is just a vessel
I provide
SMOKE
I keep the tool on my hip close
Quick to swing it back and forth like A hypno
Every tip in the clip guarantees Constipation, cuz Niggas out here
an impossible climate
Boxed in confinement democracy hostage
Bound for the towers monsters in the cockpit
Following blind unconscious accomplice
Judged by
The name Nitty yo talk of the city yo
I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
I be in the lime light it look like a video
Never been a underdog stay on
Top
This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh)
and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On)
Drag-On
They
like what
I'ma open and flame
Niggas desperate, we're not the same
Like, what would you do for your gang
Niggas is broken and put in no pain
Like, what
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