Lyrics:
I'm in the Stu
Came with the crew
Loose off the Dus
I got the juice
Blick with me too
And I ant got one, I got two
AJ shoot, right out the roof, when we
I'm begging we just try and make one and one two
Cos I'm heaven sent
I'm like a angel
These stories like a fable
I'm at the f*cking table
It's like Jack
ballsack
What them hoes call that
I D.K.D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
Really it ain't never been shit to come and show y'all ass
That I'd rather eat crumbs in the slums
I'm mad 'cause rappers is wack
Don't mind us culture subtractin' ya' stacks
[Juganot]
We broadcastin' live from the streets where I come
Prepared for
life brand new
And I don't have to live like you
See as I dey my dey, I'm cool
I don't give a F 'bout you
Cos if I do, Dem go say I do
And I no fit
a carnival
But y'all won't let me be or see
'cause I'm so D F that I'm considered a G
I be H I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell
shifter
about the game, you in the market like a tape sifter
tryna talk shop but you ain't nothin but a bait grifter
this the pre millennium hunger you
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
I ever wanted to do!
Is keep a nine by my waist side
Stay paid, and live the good life
two sides to everything
We're too tight
And you might
Stay in school like
A little fish
You lose life
It looks like
Your crew might be limited
Ooh, I
from the city and your runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the news van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how your crew ran out
We comin live
like Son man don't give a f**k where you from who that man making you run get my bag I need a gun (mm...mm) I know it's fun grab that man make sure you
What? Yeah
Did the phone ring baby?
(We have a collect call from James Robinson, a.k.a. J-Ro)
What? (comin' all the way from Malmo, Sweden)
Say
Or would you rather hang out with your crew?
Niggaz want to smoke with you
Maybe have a drink or two
Baby can we have a day, by the lake?
Conversate?
or two The kid who wasn't Aborted soon Enough Ruff and tough As im Torchin crews Like Hitler Its 5th Da spitter See Yall Sort n choose
Through reference
Yeah
RIP Kobe 2020 was crazy
RIP Pop
RIP George Floyd
RIP Sandra Bland
Crazy Man
Black Lives Matter
Watch me black out though
I appreciate yall for
the penthouse
Got robbed for my stash
Ten in shops, got the whole block
Fort like Knox, coldest shit right here
100 Grand sitting in the backseat right there
big skeeter
Reporting live from the bleacher
Sporting KC
Know they hate me
Underdog babies
Not from the 80's
From the two three
Red nose, blue toes
When
down and leave you au naturale
Shoulda known by now that we wreck it
Cool, calm, collected
Till y'all disrespect it
Temperament of like an ill rotti
this Kobe chuck.
Never gave a lowly f--k, so why should I consider now?
N----s feigning interest, but I get this s--t off principle.
Feeling so
ROH2F, baby
Qui est le fdp qui a dit que j'étais fini?
Aucun mot dans le dico ne me définit
Yeah, j'mets le game en bikini
J'pourrais niker des mères
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