Lyrics:
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
about this
T.I.P., See when I play that shit
Girl it's all good, all good
We bought some liquor, that shit got real
I told her my cuz' had like 15 bricks
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
me regardless you gon' Have to bow to the great king jigga
Imma go cray cray on the highway
I got energy but I still use breaks
It's the sign of a real
ya
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it real with me with me my nigga and I'm still with ya
I ain't asking for all of that
All them lies will get you
drill shit, all of the above
F&N hard to deal with, better give it up
Not from earth, on some real shit, eat my stardust
Get off the turf, you ain't
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
good, hella good, hella good, hella good
Hella good, hella good,
We ain't worry bout 'em
HBK yeah you know how, HBK yeah you know how
And I can't quit,
did this in Albert
Hall, and what a thrill it was
Ah, to do this then, and
Now … exactly the way I did it then
He's a, ooh, real nowhere man
Living in
tal'n bout, switch everything nigga
Paint switching, no teams
We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them
keep it clean
I'm a real spitter popping in with heat
We ain't shoot a soul, talking bout a beat
Yeah I'm not a killer but don't come to me
You don't
)
Do what I know good
I kick it in the hood real good
Smoke real fat big blunts
Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks
Thirty-one double-eight-seven,
alone
The best news we got all year was Rowdy comin' home
It was dope seein' him on Instagram bein' celebrated
He a real one, he ain't fold when he got
with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
respect the space
Anybody in the atmosphere
I ain’t never been showin fear
So get it clear
Real black hippie, that’s tun up
Space that’s solar i don’t need
Officially divorced
2/24 I'll drop album i ain't drop before
The one I tried to drop
2/22/22
2 years and 2 days later here it is still on the move
1 kings 18
as hard as it seems
Just my ambitions as a king
I Used lay awake and dream
Like better things
Ain't quite as far away as they seem
Jus my ambitions
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
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