Lyrics:
the sheers
Travel up north so it's raise a gear this a whole plan so don't interfere
Yo this lights entice on these bikes nothing nice
These signs by these
within the town
I guess my name matters
Enemies look away
When they see katanas
Ay
2 Katanas by my side
2 Katanas by my
2 Katanas, I'm a slice you open
How
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
specialize in hustlin' tactics
Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up
Catch a cut when the AK hiccup
Bend the corner bitch move around
I'll know ya head right by ya
about the good times
Even though we grew up in the ghettos
90s babies we still fine
I heard they talking about harming me
G23 is apart of me
Influenced by
on the payroll, so step nigga, roll niggas
Put a hit out on me I put one out on you
You test one of my soldiers I take your whole crew
Banana clip in, bavgate
a dance of lesbians
Satanic majesty's equestrian
On a black steed stampeding pedestrians
'Do what thou wilt' shall be the whole of the law
I get my dick
The land of the free
It seems make believe
We're constantly deceived by TV
And what we read
Give me liberty not a victory on foreign seas
We
ever break
Living in a haze as the world goes by
Daydreams are glazed as the birds sore high
And now I'm sure that I know why
Cotton Town
I'm just
When I first got into rap
I kept that shit private
Til I met my guy Isaac
I changed like the climate
We were taggin' our whole town
A couple spraycan
a slice I want the whole of the ting
Real talk man chat crap on the inter see you in person whole different game
Real talk man can’t test my flow I’m
but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he talking a lot
I can teach him how
In a Hellcat, going fast I might Paul Walker
Playing dirty games in the streets, I'm a shit talker
You got Hydrophobia, swear to god you don't drip
For a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my
great big world, they’d get their lives on track
Those city slickers never knew they wouldn’t be coming back
Fred did the weather on channel 10 and Paul
me, and niggas just envy
I stop sipping on Remy, and you niggas gossip like Wendy
Get cut up like a butcher, I ain't talking bout Benny
And if money
on, shit is good and we eating
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beating
The whole town, see we now own it
Carrying
the whole town's talking
'Bout the line I'm walking
That leads right to your door
Oh, how I used to roam
I was a Rolling Stone
Yeah, I used to have
lifetime guarantee
But I'm down to hear the stories 'bout what your hoes do
It's probably more entertaining than me talking 'bout my wife down in Whole
the laughter my man you a fan
I always do me
Yes always I have
Can't say that I left
Can't say that I'm back
Cold sweats for the hopeless
Pillow talking my
the picture ain't pretty cuz it's filthy with corruption hidden in the nitty gritty
Our name been shitty since that song by Billy and then we got Eddy with
while I'm winning
I can never slow down I'm running laps
I don't just do it for the H town
Gotta do it all for my whole state now
State now state now
I
took the D train uptown
Shante and her whole crew groovy hair style
Yo baby yo baby yo t-shirts
Gold teeth smirks at mark 125th
Hope the heat work few
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
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