Lyrics:
don't serve nobody but off V.L
Cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
Six feet deep
It's a filthy dirty rizell
On the U.P.T
I was raised in
nigga
With the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit
Don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see)
As you thumb through
ain't a straight line
What's going on like Marvin is
I heard through the grapevine that I'm falling off
I been on another planet, over they head with
First off I give a fuck about all that top five
If I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' from
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
the best to and
No cTC but PEPs and alibis
You're counting bribes i'm counting 5 and passing by
Your eyes...
Je pense a l'amour
Je n' ressens rien
Je pense
flowers
My brothers, they move like they paid by the hour
We ain't fall out, but shit went sour
Say she miss me, I drop the album
Ayy, ayy
I only
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by
infatuated by KAWS paintings
And laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest nigga ever, mirror mirror
Off White biker leather, yo
Superman all
being black
If it ain't the other
It's my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain't no L-O-V-E
Please tell me why, Dear Homie
Dear
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
motherfuckers that don't
Like investin'
So I eat them up like salad dressin'
(Salad dressin') and it don't stop
Hahaha, yeah nigga
That's how we do that shit l
riding down E-L-V-I-S P-R-E-S-L-E-Y
Shades on my face, you can tell he high
Three white bitches, gettin head like a whale
Three black bitches with a tail
at you're Door
So bump this shit, L.A. to Chicago, even overseas, Trinidad and Tobago
Bump this shit, L.A. to Chicago, even overseas, Trinidad and Tobago
Bump
bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh,
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
to see
And get a chance
Get a lot of shit you got and wishing that I had
Three thousand clicks on the album only five saved
Nobody bought my shit so you
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
we double it another S next one over
That be the S-U-Ä-V he does it better
And dont you dare forget the accent on the 4th letter
Now U I can never be
to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
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