Lyrics:
'cause its time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hell fire out your empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off
and freundeskreis to tie the knot
Blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is (ha!)
First's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz
That's what it
the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not
on it, that's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real (for real)
Don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And trying to see
by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high
I spent my days grinding
Now I'm getting paid by them
I was raised by'em
I ain't never been fake bout'em
It ain't that hard to find me
I'm always
is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out
know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make
the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus]
You can call this my
(Just for talking that shit)
Rich rap scholars
(Cause we talking that shit)
While we plan to live forever
(Always talking that shit)
You need to get your
Still bump like poison oak from the early morning it ain't a joke
Our neighbors hate us but they just jealous because the life we live is dope
Provoked by
up my biz like I run up on Gs with opp toughts
Renegade, let a man bleed
Top shot, non stop
Feed them with hits
Shirts up
Hotspot pyrex heat
Even mumsy
Fuck cold, it's extra hot we live in hell, fuck what you thought
Shit ain't peachy, shit will rot, fake sweet, no lollipop
You grew up in a lavish
The Science of Fear
When you’re good you tell everyone; but if you’re great they’ll tell you; A mantra that I live by truth. Walter Payton said it
I just couldn't do it
Had to leave that shit alone
Got me acting crazy
Sitting waiting by the phone
Been running my mind
I just couldn't wait to bone
three strikes and they swung a pitch
And that's how niggas live day by day
'Cause that's how it is livin' up in the bay mane
[Chorus]
secrets
I ain't chuckin' tips
I'd rather be bumpin' hips
On that ratchet with muffin tits
Tore up the limits
From Britan visions would rock their lives
your mind
Live in between seconds and time
Just just be, never hindered, jaded or ruled by fears man
Every moment is a blank slate
Cautiously a healthy
blowin' the spot - what -
Makin' hip-hop what it is (ha)
First's supposed to be the fun
Then later comes the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
in the biz
I make it live in this bitch
I don't ride, I'm alive, ever high and it's lit
Bill Nye with the sense
If I don't like where I'm in, I'm
love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my
a client
Number three: be about your biz or mind it
Go and get rich like your last name was Brian
Learned from the best so there ain't no denyin'
Don't let
and follow meeeee
Been redeemed... by His blood... for His purpose... now I see
It's not me... callin shots... for His will... I decrease...
He said seek
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