Lyrics:
and leave ya
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the
3rd rock from the sun (earth)
Alone circling the light were we
Begun
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
the cream of the crop and I place no one above
my booty shaking beauty doing strip club love
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by
knew 'em
Since my nigga took off the stocking caps to cool 'em
Yo, fire sour with gasoline burners, light up
Any microphone in the mix get lit right
the street, slapped right
Ride bikes, patrolin' the hood, keepin' out cops
Regals and drops, reppin' 'cause beak in my block
Wild like rocks, my mentality
performance is enormous, the way that I stay up on 'em
I catch 'em and let 'em have it, what's up with my opponents?
I hold it down for the 2-1, I'll be
The club up and hyped"
Thats what they say now-a days
But the way that I blaze
I'll be trapped in a cage
When the pen maps this place
And they don't
at that time my emotions are high
My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie
But if a body penetrated by a spiritual force
My character seems to stake a sector
the fuckin' Artic
Feelin' like Kanye the way people tryna act so fuckin' heartless
Give them fruit they gave me poison and ran away from my garden
Everything in
at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost ya man lot of dough, oh
The fuck am I busting my brain for?
It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes
analyze what lies before you trick
In the mix of some Queens niggas tryin to get rich
Any nigga in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag split with
is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman,
The way I make tracks lean on me
I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush
Drugs by
spittin' before my mother's water broke it's not even close you bitch I'm by far the goat
Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"
Verse 1 - Styles P
Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
I don't wanna talk no more
Cuz I been getting way too faded
Everything's a slow mo, oh no
But I guess I'm elevated
Pour it on the rocks, I'm flowing
wrong
She don't need to rock it when
I put my hard in
My new nickname is just watch
Might not join might just watch
New yacht master just a watch
Doubtin'
the bitch is a fraud
Don't like to see me ball, want me to go rock a rock
Move around bitch, you need to get out the way
I keep a young Suzy when it's time
the croud is jumpin so I make my way to the floor were gonna rock it in every way 'cause
I don't do this all the time but I'm feelin the whole vibe tonight
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
singing like Adele, (Hello)
Room full of chicks 'bout to line 'em up
If they go both ways I'mma sign them up
Girl take off them Vickys then take off my
Can’t come on this lick cause I know you gon tell on me
Mix the Hitek and Wockhardt, this shit just my remedy
I mix the flow, mix the drip this shit in me
Boy you a snake, you a viper
Wipe my tears like a windshield wiper
Honestly at this point I'm too tired
Came to the club to feel inspired
I think I'm
a nigga could palm
Now my angent sayin' the only way that he could be calm
I put a hundred mil on each song, like my name was LaBron (whaa)
Not the ice, my
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