Lyrics:
to hustle no more but the streets won't let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6,
the strength
So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all
with the Persians, lookin' like hearses coming at me and my persons
Fuck it I wonder what work is, I'm tryna focus, I got too many diversions
Me tryn'a
Live and die by the gang, like I'm R5
Don't ask me where I'm at, you know I'm outside
We the ones who come around and have the block hot
Junkies in
in the eye so I'm never seen
You don't know about me til I'm on the scene
Chilling with the brothers bout to make a scene
Different kinda demon cause I
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
The champ is here
The champ is here
You can hate me I don't care
All y'all wanna pile on me
Make it hard for me to breathe
Throw sand in my eyes
And make it
a light
I'm surrounded by the people I don't like
(yeah)
They wanna see me wrong, I make it right
When I fuck around a bitch, you know I might
(yeah) when
got up I was chasing dreams
9-5 I ain’t get no sleep
Trynna make sure that my people eat
Times got hard so we hoped on beats
This is Australia, you
be dreaming how to make a million
Oh by next year oh by next year
You were ‘bout as subtle as a hurricane
Blew the doors clean off when you went away
Was whole lot on my plate feelin' overwhelmed
Now I'm out here feelin' great, bro how could you tell?
18, I wonder what makes me, man I'm just gettin
And I stay quiet, try to make jokes
But inside oh, feel like such a child
Me and my thrift store cardigan
I can't, I can't wait to see you again
lookin' like a fool
Empty refrigerator, family chew up now an laters
No TV, just me there and I'm the MC
No gas, electric work, the house smell make my
Fuck you regione, you make me wanna die
When you get McDonald's, you eat the French fries
Never use the ketchup, why would you
Got so much in common,
Number 5
Guess I been at this for a little while
My beanie on like B-Rabbit in 8-Mile
Thank God this music shit saved me from being juvenile
Yeah
I'm
my single and I Guess I got 'em stressed
They can't one me up
Just join the club
Me and the tribe getting dubs, V's Up
Oh I better ease up
Thou shalt
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
Win by any means
I ain't tryna take a loss
Out here for the p's
I been tryna make a lot
All i know is all i know
And all I know is get the gwop
Till
of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I
relationships don't last for you
It's true, what's different now
She's got a way, so tell us how
Well, it's just the way she does her things
It makes me wonder
the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker
your mind
Your stitch in time
You'll follow me
Into the fire
She's evolving
Revolving now round your sinister flame
And while you wonder where you've
My music make the crowd move
I'm in the car rolling cow food
But I still keep a strap wit me,
I ain't never been a slipper that's a house shoe
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