Lyrics:
some pep in your step, check the gun by the plaque on the shelf
Niggas capping and looking for help, if it's titles then I got the belt
Bitch, my
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
know, when I was seven, pickin' mud up?
When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up
Or pick a shirt up
Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed
See you pray for mud
When you climbing out the pits only up from this
You late as hell I see you straddling the fence
Should've been my bitch 24/7
This is the beginning of a new era
This is the beginning of a new era
Never made out with death
Never had a year when you lost seven friends
Never had
year mine, got the domination
Bitch I been done with the advocating
Got my neck hot
Shit radiating
Iced up shit been skating lately
Buck shots bitch got
Cause tonight we going in
Like tomorrow's gon' be New Years Day
In the lab, seven days a week
Trying to freak that beat
But not tonight we goin' out
to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis,
the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I fuck 'em all
I got Bally's on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it's
the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that bitch turned up whacked
It's just the code, nigga
dipset bitch
You kno what that means?
You amongst the diplomat community
This my man Hellrell, he locked up he bout to come home
Hit em Rell
the bitches, bottles for my dawgs
I got coupes in the yard, so I fuck 'em all
I got Bally's on my feet, the money on my mind
All year we run around like it's
a castle
Spartan for my sandal
Feed you to my cat that's a Bengal
Blow out your candle
Bitch I
Sleep with my guns in the attic
Ain't a gun addict
Pencil
Glizzock
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause
Somewhere they can't find us, somewhere they can't find us
Talk to myself at night, tryna go where they can't find us
Like I'm so Gemini, got seven
days a week thinkin one day you gon get by a lil
7.5 hours of practice a day then realize doing
30 hours a month jus to eat brings you back to days in
I up in a minute
A iced out gun 'cause I just went platinum
Got Ms in the teeth, new set look different
Bitch, it ain't no V-neck time, use
year, I feel like
Bitch I Pikachu
She don't want me but I wanted you
I have learned a thing or two
They can be real nice (yeah)
They can be real nice
the room bitchin'
Doomed if and you got (ravished) and now my tomb's kickin'
Four score, seven years a ho
Knockin' em down with me, 99 beers to go
can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my
bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
fuck all of the hate
Couple years gone by, we gotta elevate
Cause the Flaws got us all in a mental state
Everything so shakey, 7.5 the magnitude
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
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