Lyrics:
hustles
But that shit is fucking bad, you think that's gon get you heard by
Record staff motherfuckers and they'll be like "damn, sign your name
And then
a lumberjack
Let that pistol hit his back, I'm finna burp his ass
Look like I'm whippin' in a scat, but it's a Cadillac
Boy, I just fucked that bitch twice so
feel like jerry show me the money
Chilling in a scat scat smoking on that opp pack
You be talking hella shit show me where yo heart at
Bury that lil that
a fee
Dimples on that ass
Make it ripple like the sea
I ain't come with no hook
And it's Steve on the beat
I ain't Tina Snow
But got my hands on my
Yo yo
This song is dedicated to Greg Barrett
Shout out to him for confronting his bully
Yeah
So anybody out there that's been bullied
Like myself
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
This is for that black kid
Skating in your driveway
cold Steve Austin
Everyday I'm flexin and flossin
I do not take no precautions
Play wit these beats like percussions
Stepping to me that's a caution
Mmm
I'm like should I put him on a tee or sum like that?
Finna be your last day on the Earth if you talk like that
Scared of who?
Man I bet I come
free
That's why I'm workin' hard
We do it all for Steve
So we gone do it large
I cannot hang wit no bitch or no nigga who try to control me yeah
I see
left of that blatt
Walk down boy i ain't shoot from range
Came by myself imma leave how i came
New edition no you can't stand the rain
Don't know what
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
Superheroes don't fly, unless they're rocking the mic
I'm talking 23 Jordan's or all these rappers with hype
I just write what I like, Steve Biko
twice
Shot him in his face tryna rob me, but he still tried
Off a pint of red in my scat by the hillside
I might give her dick one time because I feel
can't eat
I'm in too deep
It's a high fall running into a brick wall all by yourself
But I know what will help
That used to rock this boy asleep now
only want sex (Only want sex, nah)
Say nah baby, I really love that neck (That necky)
Rockstar Made nigga, just like Carti (I'm tripping, I'm tripping)
they intentionally hide the blacks
Ain't got no reply to that, I said I'm sorry if I'm to blame
I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting
that Fu shit like Lucious you lying
All my iggys be on lizzie mcguire
Shoe boxes and mattresses where I be stashing it
Stacking it dressed in all black
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
just sit back mirthlessly
Making moves furtively
So extend me the fucking courtesy
When a super girl gives me a flash
My dick is everwood like Greg
I'm tryna get me an M&M 100 by 100 I'm stacking these Bengimans (yap)
Steppin on shit like sum timberlands buck at this scat then I'm flippin' yo
got another Scat, it's a used one, though
Slide down the block by myself usin' cruise control
Glock 21, bullets lookin' like some Tootsie Rolls
I
popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you
(My nigga Deltah in them pots)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Steve Drive
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
Uh (uh)
I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it
must come straight way
Competition, dem try fi come sideway
But competition, dem must come straight way
Hows' about that? It seems like it's my turn
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