Lyrics:
Started makin' beats
It was somethin' to do
Dropped a tab of acid
It was by Nates pool
Chance dropped "Acid"
It was so damn cool
Dropped out
help
I was on the block movin' P's by myself
Chasin' after cash, everything movin' fast
Gotta get it while you can cause you know it won't last
(Rap
the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah
the smallest sac
Now I see the weed man like "fam, I need all of that"
Cop it by the cutie, make it flip, and then deposit that
Spread the wealth around, so I'm
to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, niggas movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all
got the vest just to cover the chest
Gotta watch how I’m movin and flip
I just went to the show in the strip and some thotty just asked me to fuck
and
Them 30 packs out (Work)
Get them 4's by the
Deuce like Jerry Stackhouse
Fuck my parole, I'm on the early, Macs out
Bodies on the stick, bring the dirty
back right then we can boog it
Boggy, boggy, boogy, I'm goin' 65, 75, 80
Mashin' down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, I've
up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my
nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
mean shit
I'm way too real to fucking quit
I was in them trenches
Getting work off stupid quick
I come from the dirt
I built this shit up brick by brick
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
to piss me off but I'm already Mad
I need smoke some Ganja but till then, I'm out here smoking blacks
By my Kobe year I'm gone be rich, I'm out here
it)
She suckin' on dick until six (yeah, ugh)
I make a movie, I'm goin' Michael Bay (yeah)
Huncho the sensei ('Cho)
The way that I'm movin', we
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
I got it
I know the gang
And if I know we gon' get it litty
I know the gang
But I know a couple niggas movin' silly
I know that the gang with me
goods back
I rap for writers that pack strap to rhymers that backpack
To 25 to lifers that jack MAC
We movin' ratchets, no Kat Stacks, it's magic
The way
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
the city, movin' dope just like the '80s (that work)
More guns than the Navy
Never wrote a statement (no)
Go check out them pages (that paperwork)
Amiri
switchin up, I got you feenin and I
And I can feel it when your energy off
Yeah I can tell by the face you make when I'm takin off
But imma be right back,
what happened
I'm from Philly, where the
Young niggas drillin', don't go to classes
Swing, you'll get your hands on a MAC
If you get an ambush
You'll
status every time I'm out in traffic
Niggas movin' backwards, like they try and make me lap 'em
How can I respond when I got beef with eighty rappers
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