Lyrics:
they scary (scary)
When we start spinnin' niggas' blocks, they telling (pussy)
Got your baby mama in a yolk (yolk)
I don't smoke weed, I sell dope
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo
y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
around the clock
To the home or to your dock
The kids inside don't know what to do
They sit around and watch the tube
Wearing those sneakers spanking new
[Intro]
Yeah, It's going down
Feel me, Southside representing
Reality, Show Love
[Hook: Fat Pat x2]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
amount
Of money that someone
Can give you to make you not be creative
If you were born to create so a lot
Of times people try to block
You, block your
[Intro]
Yeah, It's going down
Feel me, Southside representing
Reality, Show Love
[Hook: Fat Pat x2]
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke
On the block with a choppa
It was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when
I came on the block
No
a white collar by his white evil eye
Fight or flight, yo, that's just what it is
When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs
But don't trip, I'm just
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all them kids
Slugs leaving blood traces on
Your brand new Audi
From busting out shots from out a new Bugatti
All forms of consciousness fully remised
Like a mother
the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block
somethin' new out this (be my girl)
I'm tellin' you, man
[Solomon Childs]
White snow and the alpine, the kid glide
With a gangsta slide, and your beautiful
Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, brown as Nino
Making the block hotter than jalapenos
G Luciano
Be wettin' shit like Pesci in 'casino'
Fifty dollar
too quick
2019 what ya now my kid
Look at this shit
Look at all the missiles that I dropped in 2018 my bitch
Yeah, I might be the new Beyoncé
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
[intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do?
[chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
Time to get paid,
you did some shit on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my
Keep on aiming, but never arrive
The gift of life is a worthy prize
Now chase that dream with new conscious eyes
2.45
Chorus X2
Written by Geraldine
""Help Me"" By John Fitz Lyrics:
Intro:(Yo cllStar, crank it Daddy-O)
Chorus:
Help Me, I wanna get down and break loose, come outta these shoes,
Could do you justice, but you can't touch this
Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed
I'm universal and much more merciful
So
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
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