Lyrics:
levels above you haters
On plains that you never knew
In a place that's forever new through the vapors
I see the truth
Man it's true they been chaining you
by the pound
Me and Young T gettin' racks by the round
Okay, me and big Prophet got to lay the haters down
I be gettin' turnt up with my whole damn
I'm a man living equal
We all created fair
Ain't no fairy tales, so I barely notice if I'm there
For the regex,
Staying on my grind so I can be next
history
MBG Blaze
Let them know
Yeah
Hun
I wanna say a big shoutouts to my friends and family
Shoutout to the haters
And the fools
And my enemies
Shoutouts
Yeah, your boy G-P the Beast, man, shadada gang, fill his pocket up with some change
I just wanna talk to him
Tried to smut my name, but niggas know
me the fertile rod wasted. irradiated once by the blast off the smug,
I need the angle that turns the hots off,
Like a hater that hates on your
walk different
God willing, pray I make it out of how I'm living
Hands dirty from the mud, but it's how I get it
By myself, fuck a hand out, that's how I
me go
(Oh no) Whooped yo' ass when I get off the flo', just so you know though
That's how haters get fucked up
When the police pull you over
doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up
The nigga on the passenger side automatically die
From several gunshot wounds to the head
On the scene he dead Chopper
visualizin fools dyin quicker
Murder Murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence, of a homicide
Life gettin tooken faster
control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke land
Fool proof plan, like the gingerbread man
catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
BLAOW
Well, there goes your life
Thank God the Lord, he understands
That I've been through some of the coldest nights
Ever known to man
Even though I'm
man, he's such a fool (pussy)
I got a tiny little temper, but my money's tall (tall)
So if you fuck around with me, then something's goin' on (goin'
feelin' used, tryin' to rearrange plans,
'Cause I've got a Rolex but no time on my hands,
Made a transition from a boy into a man,
Step one never mix ya
back was cool
The front and the back was cool
So we do, Cognac for two
That make the King wanna Act A Fool (remember that?)
Player haters hot, cause I
Man upstairs
Is always lookin' out to answer our prayers
You see the real homies care and wanna see you make it
Will the haters get jealous and plot
until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three
to get ya fools
Chart-toppers, gotta put the 9-7 perimeter lock down
Show these playa haters the greatest family ya found
We put it down worldwide
We
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
survival, dedicated to my rivals
And you could die ho
What they talkin bout, Bone Thugs ran
Nigga we never ever run from no man
And fear none
If you see
celebrate
Cause it's a real nigga holliday
Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
The hood, they love it, the block
They love it
Pull up on haters, tell m
bars of death, yeah
[Chorus]
[ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
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