Lyrics:
I don't spend no major time with no minor people
If it's for the greater good then I might deceive you
Living like a Rolling Stone but I'm quite
running these miles up
My money piled up, now when she
Call, I'ma just stall her, yeah
I jump up out that coupe lookin' important
The karats on my neck
the slums at (skrrt)
In the booth, hold up, who want rap?
Where the funds at? (Where it's at?)
My Lieutenant 'bout to send it
Bitch I'm where the plug
Tell all the djs to put this on in the club
Have the whole place going up
From the jump
Nawfside, 678
Cruising down 85
Pushing major weight
Made a lot
beat up
Why I gotta get back on my throne
On and keep turning these fake fans to believers
Yeah I got a call from a major label
I swear hung up
beat up
Why I gotta get back on my throne
On and keep turning these fake fans to believers
Yeah I got a call from a major label
I swear hung up
beat up
Why I gotta get back on my throne
On and keep turning these fake fans to believers
Yeah I got a call from a major label
I swear hung up
Ya digg
Gotta love it
Gettin' money, gotta love it
Fuckin' hoes, gotta love it
I got bullets by the hundred
Tryna' jump a pile of money
I got hoes by
fucking with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin' up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin' your mouth, but
Illuminati Vaali Akh Da
3 Futt Lambi Gun, Uchi Lambi Rann,
Pairan Thalle Dabbe Fann Sappa’n De Te Karra’n Fun,
One By One, Aaje Anyone!
Mann Ya Na Mann, Ikko
paper cuts
This shit too major nigga gotta try out for the major leagues
N luxury take premium but we gone ride it round on E
I'm used to grinding by
the graveyard shift
Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning the lazer spliff
My man, jumps out the whip with the A.R. fifth
And we barred from plenty of parties
up with cut-throaters
Smelled it in a hall whenever they cut soda
Whoever set the bar that was
Left to jump over i did that
But who would've knew you
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
about man's beef, do man mean
All now and later like, bang it anywhere
I know no better like Major Lazer
Double M, that's me and Skeng
Six or nine don't
shivers
That's why her man
wanna be me Go figure
These niggas rock different
So I beat em like paper
Mans really mad I'm getting major
Like lazer
Mans
around and I just can't wake up
I'm tryin to wake up, I can't wake up
So I run and jump, someone yelled, "Get that blunt!"
Get that blunt now I'm thinking
Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his
Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig
But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his
on the bud, how it’s supposed to be
And we major, she for the team, a team player We high as beam, a green laser, ah ah
High as kites, what a rush, they just
willing to
Fill up the spaces that I couldn't use
Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
Gotta survive by myself
But at the same time get wealth
Won't put my gun on the shelf
It keeps me livin' like heaven
But when the shit jumps I'm
Ready
By four o'clock he's leaning
By five o'clock it burns
Twelve or fourteen hands with only one major concern
They work just like a section
A sequence
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