Lyrics:
[Mr.Lif in the background]
(This is what I gotta do)
Mic Check!
[Verse 1]
Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam
This kid got gold
Verse 1:
Never seen a nigga come from the mud this clean/ you boy be superb money making supreme/ if your grind is essential then you can live out your
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
I don't think niggas will ever think like I do
NAZ we the new 2 live crew
Yachty been poppin' bottles, poppin' pussy
Crackin' seal left and right
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
[Verse 2:]
Forget To Mention, This Girl That Never Gets To The Beach
She Lives Just West Of My Street, And So We Destined To Meet
Since I'm Driving, I Ask
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I'm
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
Looking at the starts in the sky, with a world
And I never had it better than I did with my girl
And my two little kids and a house in the sticks
And I
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
maintaining the, uhh
You know how it goes, man
it's me and Thes One, like always, it's two of us
Keepin' it live, keepin' it fresh, I dunno man
Sometimes
She buying Yay
We by the bay
Do that every day
We smoking dank
Out by the lake
Fucked up off the drank
Just popped a molly
This shit a hobby
Shit
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
in a box
Mic check goes 1 2 forget about the 3
I came to kill the beat i came to do it gracefully
The hook is bittersweet why don't you come and take
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
it make you change you start to go insane
Walk by faith
Life aint easy, so I walk by faith in a fresh pair of Yezzy's
Bad chick get her face beat I'm
out where I'm at, she gon' get a attitude
Long Live Ese , won't forget about my brother
A 4L cooked the beat, can you believe it's not butter
Big GFN,
they throw my ass in a box
I could splat the first idi-ot looking for props
the phone time locked, my chrome ox makes domes hot
if I can't live then I'ma
Zobe on the beat like
Zobe on the beat like... Live your life to the fullest cus in the hood it's rough as fuck
You might get tagged by a fuckin
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
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