Lyrics:
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
abusin' weed.
Some kids like to get fucked up,
actin' black by rollin' them blunts.
I got a one hitter called Margot Kidder
and I only need to hit that shit
the streets
Hit 2 3's and serve for the fiends
Built a lil team, undefeated
Young niggas whalling
2015 count a couple racks till like 2016
Stabbed in the back
with top residu-als
I shall be back with exact means to get him
Tighten up the grip and let
These hollow points hit him split him
Send they whole crew in
Al Green
But lately you've been actin like the shit I do is weak and unromantic
And I can't understand it
I'm feelin like a duck, shit out of luck
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers
bitches on me
Steady stacking the green
No don't fuck with no fiends
Get it by any means baby
Like why you switching up
Yeah babe why you playing
Like
wanna pop that bubbly
And by the way, I'm Al
Al-co-holic
I act a fool and frolic
Till I hurl in the toilet
J-Ro dangerously
Givin you brain surgery
Whew
Yes
Uhu, uhu
Yeah
This a vibe
This a hustlers vibe
This an artist vibe
You feel me
Check me out
Uhu
Thick bottles that we sipping on
That green
never be alone
When i shoot my shot it be looking like al capone
Cuz i can get her to be mine by her jus smelling my cologne
She callin me daddy and i'm
mo' trial
Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
Will my development arrested by the government
Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life
I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldn't want to die
take it off, I told her put it back on
I be bout my Billies, you ain't on that, do not hit my line
They think I be soft cause I be singin' like Florida,
featuring Cage
Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again
We're going back to our roots
We are porn again..
[Cage]
I'll hit em widda flow
They never heard before
Show em what's real
What comes from the soul
Give a fuck how you feel
You better lose hope on me
I’m vibing by myself. But we live with it, when the crew is at the helm. And you can fact check. Full steam ahead no need to back track. Any time they
To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days
Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways
No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour
Ignore The Phrase
sounds then a karaoke machine
B-Team this has been my dream
Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme
My plot, rise the top as one of the best
I'm
it's a brick
Cut up a slice hit the switch
Murder the fruit it's a hit
Tag it and bag it and
Flip it a spin it yo
Look at my wrist
Roni all up in my whip
on the A get bun
Drills get done by me and the guys
Dbo tryna swing for backs
He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside
Scar man's face like Al Pacino
jaded and blushed for green
Guess that's THE COLOR OF MONEY
Hate to be cinematic
My life feel like a movie
It's REEL when I get at it
Like I just hit
I'm pulling back
Stuck to green I'm too attached
Let me tell you what a nigga really wanna do, oh
Touched six figures and the goals got bigger
I
millennium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out
Niggaz be
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