Lyrics:
a know it all
Back it up full rewind stop it you know how I do
Stay up all night putting in that work to pay my dues
Jakes got me by the collar (Woop
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
facts
No black cats or broken mirrors
So you better watch out cuz things are getting Hot
It’s trail by fire I’m in a frying pot
I’m a beast of the leash
sipping through the tube
Your bruddas gon' have to start call you Mr Sippy
My old girl a fed, couldn't ever miss a hickey
Said she's calling jakes, good
always sales
He don't trust no girl he's trusting his scales
Real over fake so I always prevail
Looking in the rear view that jakes on my tail
When
ain't true
Been through so much, you won't believe what I do
Trying to peacemake shit, but getting hit by them too
They say I'ma lose, I guess it ain't
(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)
Ski
(Ooh, Johnny) yeah
Rollin' 'round humble, but G'd up
Boy I got my game from Big B, yeah (big)
I done seen
Meazy, whatup
48, Alize, whatup
JB Jakes, 2 Times
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door,
fool ass dudes thinking
That their style tight
I got bars on smash like car accidents
MCs are road kill
Run em off the road by accident
Matter fact I
off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ
My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
you feel when you run out of love?
Said that I would hit her, now I'm on pills, taking this muck
Girl, I got codeine in my lungs
More time, more
running lights
Reinvigorated all my fans by droppin' fuckin' twice as much shit
As I did the year before and kept it comin' like
Every single week
at drink ups, letting off handting's
Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (ching)
I play too much Black Ops 2
fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster
Enter my potential of script it might flash you,
Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind,
See you chased by
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
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