Lyrics:
to the most high
Drove by
On a mission like it's '05
Henny' bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
I was locking in
Six months without no help, it was routine
in this raw, I wanna fly
Put the za za in the sky, shit ain't right on this side, yeah
All my niggas dying and our president be lying
I got za up in
thugs, I'm in love
Then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud
'Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds
I spit residue, smoke on my way to buy weed
the streets up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With
daily
I sip my coffee with Baileys
I put the spirits in Keurigs
Bitches been calling me toxic, I don’t give a fuck
I feed bitches some chocolate
Too fly
defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin' cases
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
sippin' on some brown
Won't you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the world get nasty
And I'mma
Cabernet on saturday’s
You and me the games we play
Soul is hurting I’ll roll J
Day by day my moods swinging
Super dry
Oh i’m super high
Don’t
Rockin' for the 845
When we skateboard by
Gotta stay more fly
Than the next one
Waiting on our shit
Keep it hot
Hold it down for the squad
'Cause you
the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
And let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun
of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Damon Wayans,
future's set
Trees got me wet
In the background's a old cassette, fly Stephanie Mills shit
What's the deal with all this shit I'm hearing up top?
You got
older sister got me fly when she could
But they all didn't see,
The little bit of sadness in me, Scotty
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
and taught I am not shit
By you whack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit (dog shit)
Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
Thought I was full of horseshit
some hoes
Let's roll up and do this shit
At my bake sale
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin', havin' sex,
J]
If I'm gonna die
I'm taking you with me
Get you and get me
We can be bloody
If I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna succeed
Take you and get me
We can be bloody
fly god bless the nice try
Straight serve, what a herb
Kicked to the curb slammin' dust
He got some motherfuckin' nerve
So back fuckin' and get jacked,
South Central (what you do?)
A place where bustin a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook
How could y'all blame us?
I done came up, yeah, I'm on some new shit
Religions on them jeans, bitch
It be that True shit
I be getting money, getting
winning the oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
Dj paul and juicy j, the (last 2 walk)
Smoke it up, what you do,
on the sofa
Lazy motherfuckers, why you ain't even try yet?
Rich or die trying, why you niggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
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