Lyrics:
smokin wicked in the hood
plus the people is gettin blowed itching to come at ya stash
run up with the strap so fast
you gone they be already gone
of the year's here and that's hearin' me rap (you want it)
Hearin' me rap that straight up, 2020's a dub, nigga
Atlanta the only spot that ain't shut down they
calls
All these Joe Blo's
Girls at my shows
At the end of they rope
I started a dynasty
Im holy than the pope
I aint trying to talk to you
All these so
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
always die
So take my hand and walk by my side
Such a beautiful cliche I'll be alright
And if I ever forget would you remind
I'll be alright
Tell when
on me
No matter the situation
Girl, I'm gon' hold you down
2005 Rakim and Jody Watley
Why'd she paint such a picture so perfect
Quite possibly
shit ain't my fault
Sent by the devil, it pop my demon, know the stalker, mo
We had took three of they niggas, what you think they cryin' bout
Won't
But if you such a Philly
Nigga and you got respect
For Philly niggas Why you
Ain't pop out fiend?
Like, if you really got so
Much respect for Philly
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
little freak ass pimp,
But You Know that, I just pack all tracks like a puffy,
Colorodo Bitches aint shit but yuppies.
Wut up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother
to you saying you can do much better
And now you want that quick fix again
I told you ain't fuckin' with no average joe
your fuckin' with a rockstar,
crackers
Your pieces ain't hitting', nigga
Them pyramid schemes likely too slippery to scale
My baby cousins prove every day that we don't live in hell
So
Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick
Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so
Goodz puts his drink down
We up here doin' this like
You ain't get trashed already
Smack
would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me
was sippin' espresso
There's so many mothafuckin' mugshots
No no such thing too much dough
No such thing too many hoes no such thing
Okay, no no such
Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Local Celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
And I hate the thought of losing you
You to the lies
By the way you're talking
Something ain't right
And I know that you're tired
There's no such
at the crossroads was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But every now and then some higher'll come by
And like you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here have
forever I do it for all of my cousin's
I know I’m dripping too much
But please don’t hate my plug
Hosh, Shout out to Abosh
I promise my nigga by the time
rocks
Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks
And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks
My cousin is so stuck
Told you we have more soul
more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
I love my cousin so much
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
lit
Or an amethyst
Shining beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
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