Lyrics:
The Commission (EXPLICIT) 120:000 BPM
Flow like 10 of me
Lyircally
Im the best on every planet
I will crush what you send at me
Too late now feel
They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot yo' man, hop out, walk 'em down
This ain't no fuckin' drive-by (fuckin' drive)
War time,
i never had nothin
Damn its too late cuz been wantin somethin
This my transition, the end of that story
Cuz i'm 26 now
A year now gone by, got no
would
But I'm not sure if I should
I got things I have to do
Great! That'll be 12.75
Would debit, credit, or cash be suffice?
Of course!
I got a 20
attract
fear like a magnet Here let me show you what happens
When another guy flutters by like a butterfly In the summertime, trying to take my spot
They're
YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, see-Bo holdin nothin back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
that I live in it was labeled as a trap
From Dayton all the way to LA you can ask my nigga Willie
Ran up 50 in yo city I can eye I don't need a scaley
or better
Imma need a million or better
I got some hitters on stand by
That'll make grown man cry
Got them glocks with the red lights
Selling black green tan
a
Chopper your whole damn life
Plus you an Atheist who don't
Believe that God exist
You went from Allahu Akbar to a Scientologist
You a homo, so I understand
(Tripped up!)
Ten'll get you (Fixed up!)
Twenty'll get you (Lit up!)
Hey, that's the way we roll, bro!
[Verse Two]
I want you to take it all off
Nothing
Like
I met my girl when I was 18 years old
And she was just turning 23
I really love her from my heart
And even though I don't deserve it fam I
up with the times, and then
Yo, and then it moved from five or six songs, shit
Nah, nah, it wasn't even that
I hit you with ten joints at first
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got it
Damn
Money busting out my jeans poppin'
M-O-S- The label, know how I'm rocking
Straight
difficult
None of your niggas are in my peripheral
All of your homies just flip like reciprocals
None of my niggas just live by them principles
I don’t run
Two Ls then a dollar sign, you know what it is, long live Seven Two (bitch)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
and
10, 000 Andrew Jacksons and
20, 000 Alexander Hamiltons
And another 30, 000 Abraham Lincolns
And 50, 000 of the George Washingtons
Plus another 100,
night
That I see the emotionless face
You was my fall from grace
If you spent ten seconds in my place
You'd pull the trigger and leave no trace
Season
I
of that shi nigga
If its war
It's a war
We just
You bang out nigga
Bang out nigga
Damn
Damn
Long live my nigga Gotti nigga
Free my nigga Von out this bitch
thinking throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
They acting like nothing but bitches and hoes
Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life
Live in
real this is, the weed
Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat
*tash in background*
Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"all the way
damn
What happened to Virgil?
Long live Goon, let me pour up this purple
Promethazine so I look like a turtle
The Glock talk, I just let it get verbal
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