Lyrics:
Imagine full glock clips
I hold a glass of Remy Martin
Gettin' milks by the carton
Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important
The night pays
Throw my wishes
Get the gist
Don't fly by this
It's been a trip
It's been a trip
It's been a trip
Two-headed myth
I told you it was Daark out
to be a fuckin' mess
Before his clique came
He banged and never tucked his chest
Project full of them thangs he caught the gun connect
Ridin' round
spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was
Satan Claws
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Christmas is all fiction made up by some dumb
like someone else yeah, don't compare
I'm my own music artist I do it by myself, no pairs
Except for confiidence and Reid, that's all I'll ever share
full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
I just really tapped in like two years ago
Last year I was making a lot of pain, so I was just being hit by different things
So, you know, I was just
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
him rock another block
party. DJ Irv had that shit bumpin', T.T. Tucker
had the dance floor jumpin', whole project
full of hoes (Come on, go
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
you Dancing
Fellas I see y'all Lamping
Enhancing the Vibe that I'm Amping (2x)
We in the Hamptons right by the Mansions
Chilling enjoying the sunlight
next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
cnd still weren't found out
From here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting
He's so full of methamphetaminеs
That he came to battle rap
With no ability to speak
I'm sharp as knives when slashing lines
So you know it's game over
cuz Def Jam been Def ever since Russel Simmons, I want the women
the world and everything in it, I feel timid by the minute,
Don't ask how we did it,
I'm full of liquor
Thug nigga
Quick to jab at them hoes
And I can make you jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim
I'm full of liquor
Thug nigga
Quick to jab at them hoes
And I can make you jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim
a project to actually flop
But no
This not how this shit go
I been working and working
From summer to cold
From new to old
They love when the boy touch road
out my last 2 albums
Try to imagine the phases, yea
Don't you forget why I started this
Gonna show you all of my faces, yea
I'm a fashion icon making
(Yo Gupa, It's time)
Welcome to my album this the first song I created
I got my bass and drums this project was awaited
By a few selected people
we runnin' this shit right now
We got somethin' special on the way too look
Came up movin' sixty-twos, makin' raw sales
Baking soda in that pot
It
got the money, now I'm working on the power
And my real niggaz, still working that powder
While I'm representing, this blue bunny flower
[Hook - 2
Careful cause you know I been on my new shit
W bitch your crew link have a full dip
Two hoes in the back seat I got the bag believe me
Two cups with
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