Lyrics:
Get the crowd jumping when the bass go boom
Give no fucks when I jam to this tune
Butterfly wings yea I am whom
Surrounded by the spirits of my fam
know I ain’t gon SWITCH
Everything legit, my dawg with me don’t get BIT
Can’t stop can’t pause can’t QUIT/ So cold n****s think I’m SICK!
(Fusway Jones
code forever gon' glow
We can tell yous a opp, it just show
Your access is denied
You won't get it stay outside
Your access is denied
You won't get in
Painting my feelings
Don't paint me as villain
I wear the weight, no cape on my back
I'm ready, able, and willing
For any dealings, Aces, Jacks
Deal
the people and through the walls
The light goes on forever
Through who obeys and who does not
Through who gets rich and who gets caught
The light goes
I'm cypress hill in '95
Or HOV in '99
Smoking Mother Nature and killing Father Time
Essentially I'm divine
Regardless I'm finna get what's mine
I'm
I ain't pass her the blunt, she can't hit that
Feel like durk, cause I need me some get back
Plug threw a bo, I'm Julio Jones, you know that I had
Ready to beat the block, until they call the cops
And if they call the cops, they better get they Glock
And try to take me out, because it ain't gon
Pimp get the behind
Hit'cha get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies to)
(Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that
And you need them by your side
To feel stronger, to get better
Friendship never ends if you trust in your tribe
Stay forever with your brothers
Can
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
Ayy
Woo woo
Ay, ay
Fuck nigga want smoke well what's up we can get the shit ASAP
I aint postin no subs I pull up off a cup with a drum I don't play
Martin Shkreli
All my white collar criminals, we got to be ready
Get the fetti, get the paper, leave reasonable doubt
Put the villains in charge, snatch
enact the twenty fifth
You should see them shooters standing by ya' bed(Right there)
I'm on it now
Believe it's the season for treason
A magazine at ya'
Yeah
I know they won't get it twisted
Like the end of my joint
I made a point but I think they missed it
I think by now you notice this shit is different
ready this beef is gonna get deadly
No light weights we heavy Pennywise hes just too petty
On the low i think he's scared of us
Keep it down and don't say
a nigga 20, this ain't pump three
They say, who, Mike Jones
Fuck no, Mike Paige
If you ain't runnin' with me, get the fuck out the way
Right or wrong ride
lights
We may need 'em you know, the ones in the
Audience heh heh okay
're you ready? Not too fast
Now 'cause I wanna
Get the right notes on the tape 'N'
to the center fo' da quick lay
Slay, anybody come in my lane
Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look
Who is this gettin' swift with this
Want a tattoo but I ain't ready I guess
Fuck a bad mood I'm just tryna sleep a little less
But my days go best when I've had my rest
If I get it
of your face bitch made nigga stay in yo place you only live by my grace so open up them gates can't hold me forever but I am scared to go back. I'm gone
Ready or not
Ready or not
I'm waking up to empty bedsides, feeling completely perplexed
Conflicted by the notion and some evil thoughts in my head
So
swerving, speeding
Too fast through my hearts stop sign
Blinded by streetlights
Cracked pavement underneath my feet
I tripped, I fell
I never get a chance
was down with this business
Tryin' to clown and get a cent
And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'
Drinkin' over a felony
And hell of me
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