Lyrics:
in the crates
So don't FUCK with the great
You're much safer on skates
A thin ice with lead plates
I'm bout to reboot, g'on and recruit
Come thru
electric who's looking for a love recruit
High definition for the fortunate you to view
Challenges with riches we will put you on strict review
Time
them stupid niggas, what they do to niggas
Kill or shoot a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or suit a nigga
Send em to the other side
Is you
tone rappers rockin shades are forgettable
Phantom of the rap world boo
Yo you puss in boots
Energy's electric who's looking for a love recruit
High
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in
Your imagination's having puppies
It could be a video for new recruits
Just stare into the camera
And pretend that you got the flu
Or dream
you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're
hit your ass with a trident
Money on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in
If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga, I'm all gin
Hunnit proof, recruit
we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It
haffi have no cash
And any little thing from mi splish she splash
Yow...all this blinging it's like you forgot
Use cheddar as the bait den you recruit
that path with a diamond and wine, walk, that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let's be
with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let's be friends from
Searching for the sign and the sign is us
Searching for the truth all you find is us
Searching for the troops still behind is us
The almighty we recruit
Your imagination's having puppies
It could be a video for new recruits
Just stare into the camera
And pretend that you got the flu
Or dream
to Juice
We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you
Bond tight with my day ones, ain't tryna find no recruits
We was playin' give
lit, lightin' spliff after spliff, we got it polluted (light up)
Bunch of youth, they just wanna shoot, we probably recruit 'em (youth dem)
Until
recruit
I seen his lil' diss, that was cute
My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute
And shoutout to Pop Smoke
But they don't really wanna fuck with Lil'
a suit
Silhouettes and recruits
Snakes in the bushes were none the wiser
Lost direction I'll come to Dada
Call on the doctor, bring on the healing
and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning
the prisons that they in
That recruit the pastor, former, current and ex-president
You can quote it like I wrote it, signature by Michael, win
Swear to God
little dudes move like new recruits in the army
And all they see is food, shrimp, scallops, and calamari
I gallivant at a Barbie while they gather back
(Hah?)
Jumped off the plane, saw the money, no parachute (Hah?)
Niggas that you can't recruit
Fresh off the stoop
Wanna fuck with me go and grab your
undercover cars could get us
Or that I can't spot the bacon in the passing Vectras
Don't you find it funny that I study law
And still recruit young fraud
got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.
A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town,
His ideas made
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