Lyrics:
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
of the drip
All facts Ian flodging fa s***
Big Glo if Im ballin yo b****
Kick door when I'm all in yo s***
Sick flow I be talking my s***
Aye
Sick flow when I'm
the game
You run-run-run and you run-run
Can't you see my heart's in pain when you run away?
You run-run-run and you run-run
I'm so so sick of this "give
are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, bcbe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far! Listen to me when I say"!
Hands up
Lets go! I'm
flash dancing, yo, I don't know why
You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey
Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey
flash dancing, yo, I don't know why
You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey
Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey
All my niggas be blowin on trees
I???m so sick so they throwin up keys
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know it
[Verse 1: Nelly]
I say
that shit cuz yo songs is awful
Crying on yo insta Live cuz you got doxed by Fawful
And don't get me started on that nigga Snoopy WRLD
You is so enormous
the rosie
Smokin' so much dope, I'ma get to chunkin
So sick of niggas, I'ma keep on goin
Love this rap shit, I'ma keep on flowin
Ring ring ring ring around
have lift off
(We have lift off)
If you or yo mans dem want the smoke then let's get lit dawg
(Let's get lit, lit)
Tell 'em sit dawg
Big talk
'Sep we ion
to sit good, sit high, you know get fly
Loyalty, showing off royalty when I zip by
Whole tribe lookin alive we still a sick squad
The wind blows, the seas
kisser, bet yo ass ain't rememberin'
They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring
So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman
Have K's out
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
mad
Carry on, fuck it, bring the feedback
I feel so at home where the odds'll be stacked
Crash course into music business
Better trust yo
it took for me to learn the physics
Of the game so, what ever it takes for U to change yo life & make things right, master yo skills until your
digits
No more sitting right off to the side this is a time to go win it
Imma goat (Yo) sick (Flows) imma rap god I don't (Pose)
Racking up cash by
And understand that you god
You the one making That's making through
You the one creating
Providing
The real god is living you
This just truth
So
Just keep yo head
Yeah you know how I'm coming in this bihh
Cmon
Fuck it I'm running a Blitz
Grabbing the rap game by the neck
Gang we taking yo shit
He thinking he
Yo Kid
Eat eat eat success for a treat yo team defeat
De feet can't walk my way my seat beneath peaks
Leaps and bounds trip tricks is rounds who
Yo, yo
By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we locked and low
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggas spot y'all
Ready to bury
Like I'm fresh off a lick
My flow so sick
My flow so ill
Pop a nigga like a pill
These niggas so cap
These niggas ain't real
My flow so sick
My
to have yo own damn body
That's some bullshit
From a pool pit
Started by some Europeans that ain't never knew shit
So everything that ran into they
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
on the stove so they hot (Hot)
I give her cock yea
Nigga be Talkin shit
Ayo nigga just move at yo pace (At yo pace)
Talk about me pull up at yo house (At yo
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