Lyrics:
Got that real **** I don't know what people telling' y'all (Them folks lying to y'all)
Bruh I'm really on the grind I'm the street ***** Giannis
I
pain I found a beat nd walked it
Been cross so many times I'm moving cautious
I pray to god just shake da devil off mr
Lil camp go hard he full of scars
on my neck these ain't no rhinestones
Lil shawty love a street nigga I had to level up my swag
She put that glock inside that McM cus my jeans always sag
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I
I drive a gangsta car
And street niggas run this shit
We only like gangsta broads
If you wanna see gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause
nigga
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son you missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But
acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
Ayo one MC, two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys
acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
Ayo one MC, two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys
hear me
I keep it funky, understand me son
I rock my Timb`s untied, I don`t plan to run
Niggas see Lil` Fame creep through the back street
With my
I'm scared for the birds
I'm scared for the bees
I'm scared for the earth
I'm scared for its trees
I'm scared New York's gonna drown
Mr. Fire
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
I admire your courage, Miss, uh..
Trench
Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr..
Bond
James Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka.
James Bond
James Bond
James
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease,
to live another day
Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay
Bring it on all my foes
Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas
Like told shove
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
talk about business
She like can we go on a date I say great stop by a wendys
Blowing so much dope somebody roll down a window
Watch out for the folks i
with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Misdemeanor
Escapin' from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
that she bouncin’ I call her that Lola you know she a bunny
I was up on the street and I saw me a dog so you know I just turnt around and started runnin’
knees
Fuckin' that bitch in the back of this bitch I met her over east
Aye lil bitch you know who I am
Mr. Ps and Vs
Ima just hop in the whip and hit one
heart n given her my all
Asalamalekun, this is the cry of a god
I'm dancing with my demons but by morning they'll be gone
Asalamalekun, Malekun Salam
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