Lyrics:
plug from Cali it touch down on some Bo Jackson shit
You cant even compare shit I had to what I get to in
Lambo got the vents in it
Stomp you like
die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with
friends
Got the sand colored FN
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin' less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
that's sealed
A bag of gelato and a bag of pills
I got two pints in a book bag
I ain't pay for 'em, you know I took that
White boy try and show me he got
and the mob On that Wiz Khalifa style
You know my slogan they Screamin' it every time I see a Crowd
Who you kiddin' dude been Spittin' tell me who contendin'
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin' mother had a-
I don't think about it- talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm
two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin' mother had a-
I don't think about it- talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
Skelly quarter milli', that's two-fifty thou' (baow)
Got less than nothin' for these niggas, this shit business now
Can get a truckload to your front
You can't compare me I'm probably better (Exactly)
Said your diamonds were real until I brought a tester
All the sudden you felt a lot of pressure (That
Five, action Jackson
Pulp fiction, motherfucker, fight club
You ever touch the tip of a torchlight to a light bulb?
Alright test, one, two, alright
See
the nicest but that's hardly me
Nah I'm playin I'm the best by a large degree
Once you change how you look at it then you start to see
Timid rappers y'all
better tool up cause I ain't done!
When you hear the shots
I'm not documenting, I'm 2Pac-umenting
I'm one of the Beatles
How I'm whippin' from that Lennon
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
Damn it, I feel like the man Randy Savage
You know I do what I want man and that's the magic
I don't want my views boy nah you can have 'em
We wild in
late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!)
If it take too long, must be rerock
2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!)
I don't live
die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with
down the street baby you should know
That everything that glitters..it ain't gold.
(He's the famous Jett Jackson)
It's not what you think 'cause when
flip over ya ?
We the best at best you doin failing
Straight finesse ?
That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
Fuck the chips I dip nigga ?
Now I'm
of me, and it ain't nothin'...different
I'm like how can you compare yourself to me
You say you gettin' money but that's some I don't believe
Only thing
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