Lyrics:
the barriers, I'm breaking the limits
Boy spitting crazed like he in the kitchen
Four years ago told you I'm on a mission
Follow the path till I reach the vision
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
on a tour all across my city
Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney
From the North to the South, we gon represent
I'm getting bent behind tint,
kitty and throat say hello not talking the show
I'm with the bro and we smoke by the four pass the weed all around like the 70s show
Laughing and focused
wanna party
Living up the street
So late at night we getting naughty
Biting from her teeth
She leaving scratches on my body
Sip, Smoke
Drink, Pour
Shawty
Cos I come out the womb wearing stoney
With a zoot and a cup, I'm looking all cozy
Without no fans, I was on my lonelys
Surrounded by cunts like I'm
and shit i want more
Fuck the fortune and the fame
Bottlin my emotions up
Rappin till i blow up
Im sorry if i reply late
Ive been in a creative process for
Ima start with four smoove pumps like Pharrell
That's classy
Smooth with it lemme drool in it mmm
That's nasty
But you know you like it yah
So come
Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect
When I was 14, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen
Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better
Smoking on that
by the hole of the eighteenth green.
‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crack
And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass
It's a long way from Clare to here
Hustle With Me Niggas Till The Pay Out,
Hustle With My Niggas Cuz We Gonna Reach Far
We Gonna Reach Far
Start From The Ground Up
In This World.. Ain't
the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my s***
F*** n****s, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million
like the fourth of july, everybody know when I do my drive-by's
Yeah, it's a scary bloody scene when your face was on the ground smiling with a tee
Body
My stomach hurts and my eyes are itching,
It might as well be sunday yet its time for a sicky,
We do it till stuf until the sun comes up,
N till im
the plot armor
You from a comic book, Peter Parker
You a benchwarmer and I'm a starter
In the super bowl with the Chargers (Haudoken)
Dripping like the rain
a tidal
I know I doubted my battle and rivals
He had to hate on me just for survival
Baby a throwback now she just a vinyl
I like the rush that I get from
Events appear in the stew, as I focus my point of view
Shots from this Peacemaker, pace his velocity
Smart as T'Challa & Peter, there's no stopping me
I'm
how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'Cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club
More champagne, Mr. 4-Tay?
From
demand this
From here to Japan, freak show for pay
Peek a boo is the game your daughter just might play
[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) - 4X
[Verse 4]
Now your big
a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
insane
Getting that green we call it romaine
All these lyrics pouring from my brain
All this pain
All this struggle
Took it to the huddle
In these shows
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