Lyrics:
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and Fred Benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "Bitch!"
You
the throne
That's mine
Nigga that's life, goddamn
I got 2 damn phones in the same damn hand
I got switched on fast by same damn friends
But they calling back
and settling shit
It’s fuck you cause ain’t even on what i’m on
Damn
Juney roll that shit up boy let’s get it the zone
Damn
I’m in a wide body kit
I can’t wait
college I've learned Ebonics
The school of hard knocks
Seen my family on rocks
Now they're in church's praying to God for forgiveness
This ghetto gospel Zo
to (never)
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be (uh)
I was never used to niggas that was use to
Bein' broke so I started sellin' coke (coke, coke)
Times got
this shit, god damn
Check this shit out, though
Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it
But y'all thinking' cause I be talking shit
that
I came back with a brand new bag that I have Full of passion
I'm gonna blow your fucken brains as if your plastic ass were a damn gasket
Eat these
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
lately I been on a roll
Stayin off the books and on the road
Makin a livin outta doin what I wasn't told
Damn that's bold
Bold
Cuz I take risks
May not be
lately I been on a roll
Stayin off the books and on the road
Makin a livin outta doin what I wasn't told
Damn that's bold
Bold
Cuz I take risks
May not be
my souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric
Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel
As barm, then I sell you
ducking action God damn
Galleria got me in me the latest fashion God damn
Finger on the shift key cus these niggahs capping God damn
Linen by Versace
golden, hot like molten rock
Niggas come bold but leave here holding jock
High roll patrol, roll through the set on fifth
Arm's solo, sipping ?molo
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
We get it in like we know it gets worse
People still thinking that we fucking need church
We gonna party like we hardly on earth
Out of this world
Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—
Roll the window down, stick
evil in this land
"Rock and roll music"
"Cast down these dope fiends
And their noisy bands"
"Damn their souls"
Preacher preaching love like
evil in this land
"Rock and roll music"
"Cast down these dope fiends
And their noisy bands"
"Damn their souls"
Preacher preaching love like
Hell froze when I joined the club
Forgot myself and lost control
Confessed the sins to my saviour
The God of Rock'n'roll
Don't need a creed or guru
to me (no cap)
Rock the Prada coat, doin' dope, it ain't no changin' me (fuck that shit)
Smell the privilege pack, feel the fragrance, I'm in TSA (ooh)
and gator
Slice 'em let him eat 'em up mmm
Aww damn had to clean it up mmm
I'm from where that heat is rough
If everything on me it'll be enough
I ain't
real tight
My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam
What about my girl who's at sleep at home?
But before I could lock in on that thought
She
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
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