Lyrics:
b-boys runnin' shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin' you down
Den dere's de man who don't stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, uh
sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy like "Nigga
kiddin ima stay in the sky
Peace from the preach
Missin caeden rest in peace
And free my boys dakari and gigi
I feel like thug how im so young
Im
Romes
[Rokka]
B-boy mission in life is to add creativity to the battle scene
Got Dilated to detonate mic weapons for mic check fiends
Yo
wont even throw that shit back
Think twice about talkin my funds you a deadman catch u and blow yo shit back
Smokin this dope got me high like
my dreads grow
Ay do yo thang don’t let the feds know
I just saw a post that said I got the dope the low
Oh shit that’s just an ad in Cali, I’m high
dope boy try to rob me for my starter hat
I turned the tables on him had to rob him for a starter pack
I dropped the beat on him think he had a heart
dope overdosed, tryna cope they told him
In the moment, imposing, thoughts just to soak in, I'm hoping
I won't be dead by the morning, tonight won't be
Nick Jacobs did it
She just wanna playboy
I just want a Carti on my wrist
I’m not the type to play boy
Run em up like cardio too quick
All of yo
take them boys right on the chase, I'm too slime, he get too close
I take his bling right off his waist, yeah
Yo, nigga, gang shit, nigga, 34, nigga,
of a racially motivated killin' 'cause them boys
See a nigga as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible]
Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
been balling all yo life
You was round dis bitch dirty too stealing bikes
I know what its its like
We was raised by Grandma shit was bitter and sweet
See
my hip bitch you know ima hit
Extended the clip boy I’ll see you in a bit
I’m ridin’ the whip
Man im swervin’ this shit
Got dope in the pot
Bruh I cook
my bitch look like Marilyn Monroe (Monroe)
Green stacks, short like Yoda (big racks)
This a 'Rari, boy, not a Toyota (no, no, skrrt)
Lil' bitch, I
boy, chill, boy)
Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing
greasy
If I'm wasting ya time bitch leave me
Smoke hella dope just to ease me
Im high asf boy I'm wea da bees be
In my own lane like mike Beasley
Need
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
like I'm selling dope
Im putting that work in
Still ain't gettin off
You ain't gotta explain shit
When yo name stamped big boss
Couldn't fit in my pocket
like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need
like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
Running through grand I got dem bands use to sell dope
I took a stance y’all took stand you niggas is hoes
Yo bitch is my fan I keep rubber bands
always worried that I won't sell dope
I was taking them trips out there i was rocking my gold in Rome
Jeweler blessed my neck my ice got different VV
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