Lyrics:
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
Sittin' by the ocean ridin' clean, puffin' loud
You ain't runnin' with the team gettin' figures and amounts
Cuz we ridin' and we smokin'
roll the windows
as us
This that top of the top yea we one of one
I ride for my team we some Warriors
When they step on the field we destroying em
Get it by any means we
intervene
I'm kicking this shit like a soccer team
You know I'm dope like a triple beam
Against all the odds by any means
I'm dedicated on achieving dreams
All in the, wrist
Down to put you on the team, but this ain't Nintendo
Ain't no we, fuck you mean? ay
She gotta head on a shoulders, wit some good knees
outcha nose
Whole balance gone
How it keep u off ya toes
Beat the beat kill the beat
Ask the judge what's the verdict
400° juvenile
I need a plea for
fuck with you fake cats
These niggas all toms all they do is chase rats
Big me, and I ain't for the weak blocked a nigga last week
Now he going nuts, no
I was always taught to listen when the money talking
Me and my team sipping lean no kickstand
Like LUTHER KING i had a dream of a million grams
Me
to cross the line like a nigga shot a free throw
All shocking, jaw dropping
Don’t stop babe I need more need more!
Ain’t a juvenile,No this aint my first
headed back, to our sickly house on Cass Shimmer hates laughter, and juveniles Throughout my day, I heard her say, “I’ll make you pay for every smile” She
from baretta-etta (They'd catch that)
By your King like Waikida or Caretta-etta
And when the chips are down ain't no gettin' fed up
We bet on gettin'
on any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker
I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that
collar you feel Gucci now
Tryna be the hero of my city without no superpower
Watch lil bro wen he got that bippy he a juvenile
If you live by it, you goin
M.T.A.T my team right here
M.T.A.T my team right here
M.T.A.T my team right here
there's no love no more
말만 늘 앞서
있는 애들 제끼고 그냥 내꺼하지 뭐
한 탕만 칠려고 대기타던
애들 벙쪄 눈
the team
We rocking it clean
Now I blow the whistle
We living the dream
We living the dream
There's no superficial
You know what it means
Tonight we party
So
Bitch I ain't no rookie
Took a lead , the score separate
My team up by like 20 ,we score plenty
This the NBA
Get foul, we get even
Give me reason
Money ain’t wealth if you the only one around with it
I ain’t telling you how to spend it
Lead by example, give your team a sample
Then make sure
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Bust it
Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
the we crow act there's jah
Twenty to life, you're gone
When I look back on my life
Dam near died by the knife
Now I know that I just can't stop
No more
were like no other
I just hope ya momma love ya, get the addy just for leverage
Send her money for the severance, hand delivered by a savage
With a life
and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he
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