Lyrics:
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
bleeding on the cross
Taxi driver fares Italian clown
Little boy is caught with his pants down
Fury through memory
I got a hi ho silver and a new TV
I
in the streets
Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson's disease
And part of my beliefs don't make it hard for me to squeeze
I'm starting
[Chorus - 2X]
When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
when dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea
Like (skerrrrrrr) fuck that sat goodbye to the bad
a visit to
They was put there by cops who can't pass a physical
Ain't no beg your pardon, barging in your living room
Run up on your fam while your baby
and arrow
Just like you, stupid!
And knowin everything I rap about is true
But the cold part about it is
I got half this shit from you
Now how in the hell
Did
and make mistakes
That is part of bein of a human being
We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come
So everyone who doubt in me
I'm just
punks
in the cells, and caught a couple of the C.O.'s
Snatched a brother by his neck
and knocked him down and broke his nose
Here's the bumrush - twenty
his ride, he said he'll be back to find us
That was when two cars just pulled up behind us
The doors opens and some dudes jumped out
Masks on with
mouth
My cousins with shit's my spot
Getting circled by the police
The big homie sitting with the
But he got the work from me
So it ain't no problem,
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
Across the OZ..Z..I..E...
[Verse 4]
Picture on the quota its time to roll
I will continue like part two with no to and fro
Aiming at infinity, start
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
surely was tryin' ta'
Sneak a peek at your pink recliner,
Because there's no Panamanian finer.
With your line-d lips, and big hoop rings,
Enamored by what
shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it
To all my strippers around the world (turn this one up y'all)
This yo Kutty buddy (y'all know what time it is)
Bought to you a part by Black Gold
I'm in Jozi tryna get a gig or two
And save it all for you
Every single thing I own
Is in this suitcase in my hand
And this little microphone
Is the big
the Melanin
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant
Don't
it's part of the system
There's a red neck with a beer can with his hand in the sky
And a girl that's been dancing by the stage all night
I don't call
sacks
Those were goods days in between VHS stacks
Sometimes I wanna go back
Growing up was never part of the plan but
Before I knew it the process began
Once upon a time before dinosaurs
Comes a true story
The part of the planet that's
Now known as Norway a peace-loving giant
Well known in the region
ballin'
We done did the callin'
So fuck all of ya'll and
Every motherfucker that is down with you
Come to your studio session let
Off a round or two
See
to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell
Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild
And big bro just beat two bodies
Still ain't shit then get you bodied
And I got
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
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