Lyrics:
come round your corner shining, leaning, ever so sunning
Gangstas put down their gun and
Women and children come outside and start running
They catch
me by
Then he turned and put a gun to my head
He said, "My friend I'm going to rob you blind"
I said "You must be down on your luck
I'm outta
need no lens
Pull in Lamb's, don't pull in no Benz
To my day 1's, I'ma give you some bands
I work by myself, I don't need a hand
Don't show me fake love,
move tell me how i care what a hoe do
I told my young nigga put that gun down let me show you what a bow do
He only wanna go on drills i don't even know
Where my riders for life in this rodeo
Who know what's it's like to have been Pinocchio
And living the life of slang and colloquial
Let me take
Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page
(click, click, click)
Grimy bunch with the 40s by the rib cage
In my 'jects we wanted to
Be this like Big Dave (RIP)
I been
start to reload
Nobody can hurt me now. 'cause I'm in murder mode
Fire at everybody that's directly in my sight
But layin' on the ground on the somebody
The God Of The SerExplainengeti
The lion king
I like that y'all consider me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, bullets where I pass by
My blood’s
S put her face on a shirt
Like hit a opp boy where it hurts
Got the four-four long and Lurk
Some pussies gettin' seen by nurse
And let's not talk
till I make it
I'm head first by my respect, snap on they neck till I break it
The quicho be runnin' straight to the chips, like Rotel
In the field
green benches
Nails bein chewed by the white clean dentures
Shh, No kid is him in the ears
Warm my lap, a head with no hair
Beats freestylin, but all we
Verse 1:
Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Bax better & break down
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in
imaginary
Put my dick in her esophagus, consumed by blackness feel like you wearing a Oculus
Rage, rage, rage
Fee, fee, fee
dimensions
Nothing to ground me
I've been lost a million times
But who the fuck is counting
I wear my sun glasses at night
Blinded by artificial light
Listen
out fire put the pipe down
5 star telly going hard rippin' night gowns
119 goin' live shoot a whole in the sky rain dance GRAY cookin' up that fire
keeping it undercover
I'm a hundred percent real, ain't never gon be another
Nigga like me, can you imagine what I be going through
When a nigga starts
millions
Posted on Gangway, all my niggas drilling
Switching up pistols by the way I'm feeling
Ten sticks and I got it in my Casa
Catching plays
Yeah I'm
it up, a so mi money get high
What make di friend thing a stop?
So me switch it up, put down di hand things
Now a bare tall ups (broom)
Rifle we
In fact it costs more money to put someone in Rikers Island for a year
Than it does to send them to Harvard for four years
And so what's happened is
Fingaz]
A'yo no fuckin around, buckin around
Duckin 'em down, believe me son, shuttin 'em down
If you commercial put yo' ass under the ground
That's why
You better run.
Don’t get in this too deep
A loaded gun.
by your pillow to sleep
I wake up, to nothing but stone.
You better run.
Don’t believe
on down
Keep sinking low til I come out on higher ground
I still see her there
How the river wind plays her hair
Gold in fallen light
Right by my side
(Rev up those fryers
Cause I'm sure hungry for one
- Help help! My Leg)
I'm in a new town
Puppets dance across the ground
Stars dance across
bloodhounds comes for your life
Better bow down, stand ground cops tryin' to lock us in the dog pound
Mad down, somebody just lost his life
Yikes
We get it
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