Lyrics:
boys never on the grind
Like I born rich fuck the poor
Life aint fair my belt from dior
But you slip out at the front door
If i make it through i'm
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go
she gone
I know I'm always still her baby
3 in the morn Mama ring me that call "shit" I almost fainted
Experienced a whole lotta death but this one
on pause
I'm searching for some answers but answers will get you lost
Lost and disconnected from unconventional thought
Redraw your perceptions, your
the west but I'm from the east coast
Brown skin bleach in my roots the baggy jeans low
New boy head so good it feel like 3 throats
We go live in the forest
life shit, it just don't sit on my charm
Take my kindness for weakness then you're not strong
Whole city remind me when I'm gone
When I was down bad,
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
tryin to fuck everyone of these hoes that come through the door (Hoe)
Bitch I'm a boss from the top of my dome, all the way to the floor (Hoe)
Man this
Hello!
When I woke up in a burned out swamp it really killed my Houston vibe
I waded through the streets I once had known, the last one left among
him
Let them know something
My OG said I'm too smart just to be up in the streets Keep going and they gone name the block after me.
Well I mean, hoop
killed when on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to
My executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian
with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't
come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the Bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
Freedom Ring”, show me freedom again
I just wanna live wealthy and free with the pen
But this country want me dead, or never free from the pen
When we all
That you down to ride if u jumpin da ship
I want all my people focused on something
Cause we got a gift
But y'all gettin mad
When I'm keepin shit real
I
said now
I'm His pupil, yes, no retina
He done preached it from the mountain
And three thousand all believed it
And He called me on the campus
And I
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
me Jim Baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious A-T-L to S-T-L is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills, sippin' on bar,
seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Nomad Houston)
Who me
I'm more Coogee in a Coogee (aye)
Put the Uzi straight where your tooth be
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