Lyrics:
and his name was Sam
Now I get cut by Kevin Can't believe that De'Onta in heaven
Been knowing him since we was seven Rather be getting dressed up for your
When I pull up in my crib equip my diamond-studded bib
Then I go to town and take a nib
I sail the sevens seas and then 10 toes I do appease
I've caught
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you
Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid
Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid
A second spent is a lost cent and I'm low enough already
On my cheap hustle like Eddy, ready and primed to rock steady
I'll make them speakers knock harder
A second spent is a lost cent and I'm low enough already
On my cheap hustle like Eddy, ready and primed to rock steady
I'll make them speakers knock harder
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
in your eye
You can't smile your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty
(You know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
The holes
right now
But I am, and I can't, seem to get your name out my mouth
And you, look so good you got me hooked I gotta try a second time
I gotta make you
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in
I’m just a rockstar sonofabitch with an itch
To change this world one piece at a time stitch by stitch
Now I ain’t rich by any standards that you’d
you ever compare someone dressed to those hanging by threads
Niggas weary/wary
Took me a seconds
To get out my head
Jump in my skin
I'm my own
up all the rock if you show me where the brick
Im stickin' to the glock, man you know that I'm equipped
Don't for a second ever think that ima slip
man of respect, with our own dialect
Elements surprise, wise guys, skill you ain't acquirin' yet
I'm on that, hot rock and punk contact
Combat, doubt
The hands of a surgeon how I seem to keep composure
I know my practice, guinea pig, this is no act, it's passion
The disease and the remedy in punk rock
no great feat
Pack your bags
Time to go
No more playing at punk rock shows
As we all sing about our different lives
While some of us struggle with
angel arms
[Lil' Rock]
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks
feel good in here
[Havoc:] Yeah!
[Verse 1:]
Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot
This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah
I'm a general
of the chronic
Ironic how Jalen is serving a Butler
Knickerbocker go eleven
Had to block the homie Devin
Rock with Hart but no Kevin
Game one, twenty two, seven
punched Chris Rock
I told her that is not this she tried to put me on a tiktok
Yup, in the stu off a 3.7 got my mind swervin
She was tryna lock me down I
my label worth, my name next to my date of birth
On the contract, cost seven figures, but eight with merch (money)
Before your record deal, you was
the crime i'm not liable uh
I admit i'm a lil pyscho run through you niggas like Rhino cuz
I have been jumped by some big punks I already lived through that
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