Lyrics:
MY ZONE AT ANY TIME OF THE NIGHT
FUELED BY AN AMBITION I STRIVE
TO REIGN UNTIL I TOUCH THE FINISH LINE AND NOW,
WE AIN’T ROLL WITH GATS
WE
caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
and I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
fio-aqua-doo-doo
Psyko 1, Psyko 2, Psyko 3, Psyko 4
Psyko 5 provides the bass, so it's time he's servin more
Servin time had made us Psyko but the Funk was always
and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
You know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
you like
Just what you like
Let's chill
We vibing right
Losing all control
This is the best night of your life
Let's chill
I need you by my side
Yeah
asking me for mercy after battery
And everyone will get mad at me
So I'll have to see if I got time to spit a
Backhanded apology cause I'm not one to cop
I'm unemployed and I'm on the block
Now we 'bout to blow up, now we 'bout to blow it
We the rascal, dead cam, punk kids
Runnin' through the club,
don't like to be cocky
But you got to have some confidence
To be with her
I dont take pictures to cherish cause
I know its not my last time with her
with a beam. In the back yard, where I play on my guitar. You gotta admit that this beat is going hard. Cause I don't miss, and I'm the greatest by far.
this'll do for the time being. In short
Though I'm out for now I'll be back once more
'Cause I'm a whore for support and hate being ignored
So chalk it off,
Uh, if life's hard, go harder, bruh Cause what good comes out of being a quitter
huh
That's what I live by, and what I trust On my grind all
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
Yeah Yeah
I'm just here man (yeah yeah)
By the seaside (haha)
We're cooking (haha)
Yo
She want more love from a seaside kid (that's love)
I tell her
more, and baby girl I had the hots for
But I'm really not sure, who she spread the twat for
Heard it was a kid across town named Hector
But I don't
That he might see soon when his parents aren’t home
But then he feels a buzz from his phone
Another one
Out of thirty messages telling him what a punk he
(Mmm)
Look
The first time was blessed had to do it again
Some like a remix it hit like a stem
Ask for the pipe?
Told her bring me a friend
Plumbers
Necessary, got one more lie to bury
One more hail to bury
Come quick, see, one more crown to crush, one more head to Bust a... Rhymes
Ridgemont, fast times
that this one knew
That one is N9ne, you brung his time to everyone and rhymed
All though some is blind you brung his lines to the sun and shined
Now I'm about to get off another funky hit off
And if you think you're hangin, yo, I think you bit off
More than you can chew, now how you gonna
I'm layin' on the
Sofa now while I'm eatin' on pretzels, yeh ay
Ima be thiiiccc by the
Time I leave yeh, I might need a
Workout, I'll work on my chest
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