Lyrics:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
he hit? Word tilapia
You'd rather have butterflies and
Two are locked up
A nigga bagged the whole Ramadan
He fucked with the mosque up
Thirty days,
wanna be distracted by them red high heels (yeah)
Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real
I'm starting to think they only believe in me when I
boast
I'm not tryna brag
I'm just blessed to be where I'm at
I don't need a bag
I don't need the cash to be satisfied with my life 'cause I'm saved by
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
Havoc
Fuck it I'll be ready by February
As long as I'm first not secondary
I think it'll hurt if I'm second dadddy
Don't wanna be more than her second
on the switch you bring it
Just kidding, didn't mean it
Did I miss it, no I didn't
Always hit it, when I bring it, like ooh
Album ain't spoiled, you weren't
with some pantyhose
Over the mic so you don't know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It's not permitted by the right
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
and every one of your albums, get These people hyped for the same damn Outcome, and
So I gotta preach like Malcolm, and X em Out, my dog hit me with the DM,
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
the fuck is life if we don't even got no fools
Like every other single minute, I swear that I'm breakin' rules
Like I got one eye open when I'm drivin' just
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just the car as it creaks
And the soft top roof, I ain't sitting in the seats
Treat the back seat,
kno
Who Fer GZ
With tha hardest flo
Droppin 16s
Droppin bodies nikkaaa
Ask bout me nikka
And whipe yo nose
Call ma migos up
Put a hit on you
Oh he
Its Ayegee the Kra...
Yea
Aye
Aye
I-10 to the 98
You act pie around my dawg
Then you can't skate
Shit
I'm just tryna put some pie up on my damn Plate
dope
Or finding out they made it up to feel like the Goat
To me its all art form to others its payroll
Steve Rogers don't trade lives so why would I
jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO
this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes off
One by one, just making sure I don't go soft
Smoke the best weed, always blowing an O off
And bars is
yourself or
Dream about whatever I say just by the way I
Say it, It's mad
Words, vibrations, they can create
And they can also destroy
Ayy, well lemme
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
tryna just be hood rich
Brodie said she bad other bro told me I should hit
You be smoking Reggie all my niggas smoking good shit
Gotta a couple haters I
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