Lyrics:
like envy tho
Good lookin out, I got the hood lookin' out
Even good book lookin' out for me now
I could swear y'all tryin' to offend me
Ironically,
show love to your hood by makin' t-shirts for your crew
Ayy, it ain't over, tossin' empty bands, bitch
Ayy, I hit your block with this chop like Gras, I
It was all a dream
Ain't no Biggie
Hold up
I can't buy no more percs in the hood cause they all fake
Talk all that shit like you insured
You need All
ain't lacking
Overlooked my talent see my passion
At war with the world I don't care what happens
Like to play toy guns y'all just capping
When i kick
on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan
Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in
alive so you can't Tell me I'm well, I feel so invisible, our
Relationship is visual, y'all rock the stage, I Rock the mic, no bullshit, I'm lyrical
Y'all
quick (Yeah)
Can’t wait to get rich, buy me a coupe or some shit
When you niggas be mad, y’all don’t get no plays, then y’all just go quit
Then when I’m
Ayyy yup
[Intro 2X: D-Roc]
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
y'all niggaz don't bump
y'all can't blow out the trunk
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
[Chorus:
Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it
fucking fun
I'm the only person that I see is me I cannot lose
I am top notch you niggas can't pick and choose
I'm going to make it out the hood that's why
and hair nets
Y'all can't see this, so peep the sister G is pushin a Six
As I freak this, caviar GangStarr Militia remix
It's Dub C the jankiest loc', I'm
thing with your crew
Bring 'em a dream,
By any means
Cause we some thugs
Show some luv
I'm takin bout globe
To globe
Ya'll know they coast
To coast
We
my john
'Till I said you can't see me and F-U to y'all
Ya, trick, ya get the fuck out my face
I do not pop no Ace, Carlo Rossi, that's bae
You not
If you wit' me let me hear you say (c'mon)
My, my, my, my
(This what we been waitin' for right y'all, this moment right here)
If your with me let me
get it right
Just the Birdman, you know
Kacy the OG
I see all y'all, man
Big G, Stone, Micky, Pooh
I mean, it's just a real thing around here
You
all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout
Strong survive, by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin', bump through the hood
Always involved in the streets (Westside)
It's Doggy Dogg homie, did you
my price tag triples and I'm on my shit
Fuck y'all then if I make it on my own
Fuck I need y'all for I
Don't need another bone
I'mma make it on my
is power see you can't stack a barretta
All these pussy nigga's hangin round' me tryna act hood
Fuck with me and you could get smoked like
a clown
If my money right, then I can't frown
Lately life been too good
I can be the man in two hoods
All them tribulations, understood
This ain't
understand
Ya'll can't see through these locs black shade top grade
I'm with them ace of spade bros fist pumped head high
Dismembered heads put on posts
don't give a fuck I guess I never should
Im on the road to fame that's just my motive to make it out the hood
Y'all speaking on my name I hear them
the hood don't like to see a dude doing right
I've been the one - they tried to annihilate
I swear down - me, I wish I had a duplicate
But its me alone - for
when
Y'all see my car
I step on your toes, fuckin ya hoes
Chain reaction take toes, stay in my clothes
Keep askin why I keep buckin y'all foes
Gettin
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