Lyrics:
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
n****s pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' 40's, moved to harder s***
God damn now I'm a grown man, I
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
"Get out of my face" (my face)
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist (huh-huh)
If you try me I'll get you out the way (do-do)
She wanna know what
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
makin' dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
of high times
The gray in his beard mark the years on his life
Seems time just up and run on by
Oh restless, restless time slips by
With so many signs
nigga and jacked by the homicide
No joke, but the girl weren't flinching
(Why's that?)
Plead the fifth, when they begin to mention
A young buck got smoked
like
Yeah, this that situation
I put my blunt out on the vase to keep you weighted
Hey, this that shit we makin'
I put my funds out on her face to keep
Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up gettin' march on
Your mark, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you
Owen
LK: My nob is wider than your nob
My bird’s vag is covered in stretch marks
K: My nob is stiffer than your nob
If I turned round quickly I could
hang out wit' them criminals and drug dealers (ayy)
I'm from even where dead die (die)
For tryna do it big like the kid from Bedstuy
I see death
car (skrrt)
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And every day, it's full of jokers like a deck of cards (hahaha)
Swear I'm so
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
always makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames
seen it but you heard the spark
I can't trust to many people gotta' broken heart
I fell for you by mistake I got a Owen heart
But I don't need nobody
time to yell
We got green like Cell, this shit for real, catching plays like Owen Terrell
I hang with some slime and snake ass niggas but I'm not YSL
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock
We
out by raising green like a Unovan witness
Off the Dome I spit, you'll crash like Masrani's copter
Concocted by Dr. Wu, You mocked Wuji on boxart
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