Lyrics:
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
an uppercut
Get in that pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then live it up
Pull out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start bitching
My girl would never cheat on me
She could never stand to see me leave
Nor I, 'cause I've got to have her
The years are going by each day
And still
a must
Get hurt feelings when you trust
Came from prison, didn't have nothin'
Ran it up a couple months
Bustdown Patek came from Thug
Boy, you know,
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
nights by myself, erasing my thoughts a thousand times
Don't look back and leave
Don't find me again and live (on)
Because I have no regrets from
It's like shit is coming down from the motherfuckin' heavens
It's a new motherfuckin' day
Get down or lay down
Ay yo, turn the fuck up
Ay yo, fuck
until a nigga met my baby
My uncle really not right whipping up white call him slim shady
Put one in a nigga chest now he looks like Tracy Mcgrady
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
bullshit I'm goin' through
I be hopin' to make it through another day
Lookin' for another day to live my life
And please get away
I stay high
With my gun
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
squad, pretty broads
Bread Winner superstars, no façade
Designer store inside the mall, goin' hard
Let 'em know that I'm a dog, live by the law, ball
(Ladies)
Monkeys on the mic, drum beats, and keys
Music all created by some chimpanzees (Alright)
Tracy making tunes, Booty Tunez was our first job
Now we
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
Kendrick Lamar, Compton stand the fuck up
Bad Lucc, Watts stand the fuck up
You feel me
Crazy Toones, South Central, what up hood?
I’mma get the fuck outta
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Too bad about the weather
But something even badder`s gonna spoil her big day
He stands by the mirror
Feelin` he`s gone fifteen rounds with
Time for demolition, up the gat penetrating
Trap wasn't vacant, broke in places for to get us a payment
He deal that boy, he living hard, she
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
matter the hoe call up my baby (it don't matter)
Got a lil' money to leave your head on the pavement
Flawless carats got these niggas stand in they
of Queens
We get the cream laid up love love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign
on the street from a fire hose,
Doin' some hard travelin',
From hydrants a-plenty!
Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by,
I walked up to them and I said
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you
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