Lyrics:
the light oh im free free from all my past inequitie
Smoking and boozing my mind is polluted im holding the pistol I can not go throgh with it praying that
him at a light (pussy)
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (on God)
Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at ya
Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick and put in my put-put pattern
Too much chatter but I get way too
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Said it couldn't be done again
Yeah
Meth Lab 3, nigga (yeah)
Lights, camera, action
Yeah
Thirty for thirty, my jersey dirty,
with them bitches nigga I tame mine
Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on a train ride
If she ain't about that cheddar I give
ten years deep and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to snipe
Yeah, by
or buck it let's let it go
Fuck living like a sucker it's something we'll never know
Been down but never out, getting high but never low
Some, dudes'll
Fo-five that’s by my side
Down to ride my niggas holdin' me down
Few bottles, few hoes, and me
But nigga ain't no heart in me
I’m sipping on codeine white
solo
Riding shotgun in my brother Fase low-low
On my way to school, having shoot outs with the cholos
If it wasn't them, we getting jacked by the popo
Sean sent the beat, I know it's cray
They gonna talk about me
In my own lane, can't nobody stop me
Need that heat, just give us two weeks
Never get
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
Mic check one two one two
Ever since I was a lil' kid
I knew one day I would go big
Told my moms I'm buying that crib
And my pops he get the new whip
the family 'cause niggas ain't with you
Feelin' myself 'cause I copped a new pistol
Ikey gon' blow, Rex totin' on the low
Bought a lens for the scope, guns
background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
entire competition when the pistol fires
Been a fighter, since a kid been inspired
Told myself I was gonna switch the rhyme
I'm a bit indecisive, it's
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in and let the beat bump
(Threw her in the trunk!)
2K11, ridin' solo
In the Benz on twins hella low pro
world problems
He ain't gon make it death by baby mama drama holla
My battery is low
Get a charge get a drink yeh you'll figure it out
You're in charge
BRINGS THE RAIN IN MY SUMMER
DON'T PUT THE BLACK IN MY COLOUR, THIS TIME.
BRIDGE/INTRO.2:
NO ONE CAN SEE THE LIGHT WHEN THE LIGHT'S DOWN LOW
VERSE (TWO
atmosphere
Or wintertime
The more the merrier they say
The moors stretch out along the way
By glow of night, by light of day
Just read the signs
'Til
On the low niggas hoes, they want to say names
Snitch right when they get in front of the Feds
Pull me over 2-seater Benz with my dog Sunny Red
Look we got
holding the light
I'm lost in the still of the night
Ain't no need to loose sight
She'll be holding the light
[Repeat: x2]
Whenever I'm low
All I
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
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