Lyrics:
want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
(EASTSIDE!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set)
And what we live by
(yeah) , what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots
I'm mad 'cause rappers is wack
Don't mind us culture subtractin' ya' stacks
[Juganot]
We broadcastin' live from the streets where I come
Prepared for
Askin' "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
the way that you flow
Two lens, two eyes, that's four ways to show
Cards fall 'cause I drop 'em
Bar's hard 'cause I drop 'em
Scar's off 'cause I lost 'em
to the jesters
Dont let them niggas gas you up you in a tesla
Yall been moving quite thru them streets
Ya been four two Doug'n I'm jack robin in my cleats
Doctor
mercy
How long did it really take me?
Been D4L, it's a fact
When little what's her name used to say that I'm classy
'Cause I keep studying every model
One, two, just perfect what you do
Three, four, hone in a little bit more
Five, six, if it don't jump before the mix
Go back to square one so you can
like I'm playing Sims
Freak hoe a mix between Trina and Kim
In the dark I'm committing all my sins
Painting my thoughts with my pen
Talk to my demons
shit
Fish scale it'll numb you up
With one good lick
Rule two all the pros
Gone be based off the mix
Don't go fucking up the brick
Trynna max out
on live
Somewhere out in Mercury is where I'm going tonight
I popped this bottle for 2 but I'll drink it all alone if I gots to
Its hard to show real
a eargasm
how he flip the beat with the mix that's magic
I wanna know the the worth
I don't care about ya status
this is rebirth of the real just imagine
Test your skills if you will don't let us trouble your fate
We're the almighty JVC Force the boss, we're so great
Strong Island
Knocking out crews by
Left the block barely two minutes
Still I check my phone
I wash my hands with the water
But my unc' won't leave me alone
I call my fiend auntie
She
keep on calling
What you know bout Pimp C, What you know bout Trae the Truth
Pourin' 4s, Iced out grills, music always chopped and screwed
Used to live
I was doing, did it with a doubt
I miss my brother, know he with me, know he look down
They wanna kill me so I'm riding with my four-four
When I pull
time we take two steps the crowd takes four
Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
Let me handle that, that's why you make
these bears just like I'm Lovie Smith
I had tough times I been through some bad stages
Ain't no potato sack involved for these bag races
4th 2 north is
bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, niggaz'll shit where's my nine?
Mil I drill fine skills into
girls every night
But he ain't fucking the wife…
And he's doing the things we'll never do
And he's genuine judging by the size of his crew
With a face
Poverty
We can finally enjoy rap music without unpleasantries
Look my rhyme scheme is already increasing by like 3
And they finally fixed the infrastructure
out, live by a set of rules
One never went your mouth, or you gon' wake up with a motherfuckin' glock in your mouth
I'm the realest nigga in it, all
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