Lyrics:
You gon end up bitten if my dogs catch some feelings
The trenches in my parts it ain't the pick of the litter
But hommie I'll be dammed if we ain't
think everything crumbling down got right back up
A group was started the hi men what's up
Catch us at the trap every night booze and the drop
Care
money like, who, me
Bad like, who, me
Me, who, me
My phone keep ringing, I can't catch a break
I'd rather starve like these bitch ass niggas eating steak
I'm the owner of my life, we all gotta choice, i'm a raise my voice
somewhat defiant, catch me lying if I feel, got real emotion, I'm action evoking
act up
You can ask those on Team Magma
If it's legends, then I catch 'em
Let my balls hang cause they masters, yeah
Magma, that's how I flow, no
And there upon three red clay acres
I tend the crops for Mr. Baker
A southern son who hates the ones who till the soil
And the blood will boil
I felt so
(hot)
This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block
Every other day, another bitch, another drop
Sixteen bars, twenty-four a pop
Forty-four a song,
getting mountain top
Counting guap while she counting licks like a tootsie pop (woo)
Watering your daughter while you watering your crops
And the only
(hot)
This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block
Every other day, another bitch, another drop
Sixteen bars, twenty-four a pop
Forty-four a song,
You peep all the karma that come with makin' the cream
The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need
They got, what's your thing? Alcohol
get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop
leave
Hate that you ain't out here fetchin' dreams, shit a pet peeve, uh (hmm, hmm)
Open road you set free, you can catch speed
Just so you can make it
Quarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever may
Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay
Catch me somersaulting my eyelids
Awakened from
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
my mind starts
As I rip for days from the land of the mic arts
Cream of the crop, a cool, blue beatnik
Blessed with the gift, and now it's time to kick
and bro'nem)
Folks'nem (Foenem) , Glo'nem (The Glo'nem)
Got a weed license like I grew him
I smoke him (I smoke him, bang)
I'm in the Beamer, catch his Benz,
bwoy come rhymes off top the head
Said what I said and did what I did
Never catch another bid, create rubbers and slid
I'm out of there, ghost evaporate
The black light house I'm above this life now
I'm beneath me
Raised on short notice by the powers that B
Hook me catch me squeal me in
Gut me, hack me,
Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master(Hardcore)
Heated and hot, control the venomous plots
We be the cream of the crop, so keep
I never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot Clarks
when I'm totin' the glock
I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop
Host it on top, label the worst to the topic
Worshippin' violence,
You'll catch a bad decision at any given
I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin
Let me lay the law, let me connect four
G.P.
the spot
representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops
with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs
run and get my motherfuckers with
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
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