Lyrics:
security will be knockin'
While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin'
I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back
Ask my nigga, I'll be
can get R.I.P.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don't give
ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created
on purpose
I-G-G-Y, did she just have to do it baby
Ride with me, fly livin', there ain't nothin' to it
Now my waist slim, ass fat you gotta have it
Get my
S.N.I.P.
So you best believe when you see that I'm a real G
Please don't step cause I know you're fronting
The whole 412, Asking when I'm dropping something
like me
I'm top tier almighty
You think you bad
You lyrically trash
You see me R.I.P
You A thru F
He H thru Z
That just means I stayed a G
Don't forget
me toke until my lungs are full
So I can supply the hood with loud
Until the stash is plentiful
P to the L, to the U, to the G
Selling loud
Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
tackles ,
dom naai
can't replicate my mind
I'm a man of respect no lie,
not really the agreement type
mirror man only time I see eye to eye
my g wys
Hey hey hey hey
Bitch don't touch my shit man
Turn me down a lil bit man
The Fuck going on
She changed her life man
Big chop man aim it at ya face
on the third
Then you betta see me on the fifth
Boy I kept it G off the rip
If ya talking bout the last of the real
Then ya betta add me on the list
I put the P
a boy if you're bad, let's see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain't done shit for your mom, aw man, aw man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
I have been praying praying praying
Double up in different verse
Stock up stock up we don't need no license
Bad man been loved by hater's
Level up
people who be vibing on with me
But tell these man that I be comfy by myself ah yeah
Don't watch my making, fly like vacation
Gotta be patient, I ain't
a G-pass to permit this beef
I heard them man say they wanna war me but them youtes got insufficient P's (brass)
There's no blood on his take risk tee, but
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city
master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city falling get that G falling in
Plead Carli kick it with
Skyline's magic, sights from my back yard
I said wag one, to my g's at the mall
I'm making p's, my stash growing tall.
Air con on high
Quadbikes fly by
to link with my patna B
I might pull up to Coachella and buy up a whole P
Take it out to Arizona and smoke up the whole team
Bitch I'm rolliiiin'
Yo man
You
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
Cuz I got a glock, bang (S.O.B the team)
Cuz I got a glock, bang
Solo
Feel like I'm playing a game that ain't loading
Call me po man cause I drank
a long hiatus
Motivation to make man famous
Word on the street is my bars dangerous
Nout Like yours bro who are you shaking
Too long I was bothered by
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