Lyrics:
your clique ain't talking when I catch 'em?
I'ma pop your ass, y'all ain't no ballers (woo)
I'ma slow it down like I'm on a MARTA bus
And we control
your float on
I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm typin
Noise, noise, noise, noise
To summarize a lick at the man with the stick
Come
them hoes by the dozen
O.G. nigga get a new piece
Pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that
shit
Tell that pussy ass hoe
I'm on hype shit
Tell my GBS
Whole clique
Im on hype shit
Im on what lil bitch
Tell that West Bank bitch
Im on hype shit
those briefcases and
Wearing suit's 'n ties
WHAT?
Let's face it: that would be like
Fucking a slightly more voluptuous version
Of somebody's father! I'm
smoke on exotic gas until I die
I'm just keep on running up that cash ima fly guy
Booted up no Covid shot
Hit that bitch I'm in n out
Give a fuck what
Now you know what time it is
The challenge is over
Cause I'm going out
Like a maniac, m-manic
N-Now you know what time it is
The challenge is over
don't know where you're going
You don't know where you're going when you're lost
What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection
I
style
Brothers going wild
It's hard to keep control
When your right there on that throne
So little girl don't cramp my style
Wave your hand give me
slipp'n like a dummy, Got him like a hitman, Took him out with the quickness, I could even see what he was cook'n in the kitchen, Smell'n like a fish,
of what`s next
While they working on their triples I´m collecting my checks
They`re like I know you Mimi and I share your view
Let´s get a feature going bitch
control
Hip-Hop is throwback music: Jazz, Blues, Soul
Whatever you choose it's modern
Day rock n' roll, can't stop us now!
(All of the other) cold rappers
of the night
Your touch is, so sweet
But just know that you could never take control of me
You took me, by surprise
Going crazy, middle of the night
Your touch
Knees mwah, ah, I wanna watch you bleed
Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day
If you want it you're going to bleed
But it's the price you pay
the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow
For you to soon know, I reap what you sow
We just land down from Liberia, young Black man
In control
the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow
For you to soon know, I reap what you sow
We just land down from Liberia, young Black man
In control
and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for
"Motherfuck the world")
I remember thinking I would rather die
Than go through what I was going through when I was struggling to survive
Full of ambition
I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the dark
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr.
What good is Saturday?
What good is Saturday?
I don't know
Cartoons ain’t funny no more
Cap’n Crunch tastes like cardboard
Keeping up with
Why try hiding all your life
I've had everything in mind
To let all the things get by
Don't let your mind control you
It's hard I know what to do
to destruction
Paving a road to nowhere
Pour your life out for nothing
You pulled my card, I'm bluffing
You know what's in my hand
Me, I'm just going to trust you
are there any left?
Are you going insane?
I feel afraid by myself
Once I know, I'm on my own
It's sliding doors
I think of all that I am
And how
hang with the same clique from the A
No matter where i’m going
It ain't’gon change
I wish a, wish a heffer would try to test me
No psrtner, slow down
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