Lyrics:
By myself at best, niggas know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck (everybody's neck)
Game on lock (on lock)
Remember days, had
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
popping boy
Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with
of tail, well I even get white
I'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
All my Nikes match
(Break) (Break) (Break) (Break) (Break) (Break)
Break! Yeah I'm bouta break
R.I.P my poker face
I got demons giving chase
Foot is on accelerate
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
I spent, so many nights in that box
Fuck nigga trying to take me off
Fuck nigga said I fell off
First time I seen a mil', touched that shit no deal
I
live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
On your life dere might be a oversight
Take my ad-vice and jump in a your ride
The cut was concieved by Freeze from the hit brigade
[D.O.P.]
It's a mellow type of flow, the kind you snap your fingers to
While you're in your car
dude!"
You know'm sayin Memph'?
Brooklyn what's up?
Got to take this shit back
Let's hit 'em with the hook son
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
It can't be
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrod's out the fo'
I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards
Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'
to pass her to my G
Heading to the top because there's something I should see
Nigga we Tsys, straight up, that's just how it be
When we take off, all my
really be dead wondering when I'll find peace
Prolly when they saying R.I.P
I ain't never gon' change, I remain the same
Till the big man call on me
Take
R.i.p. life
Hypnotized
By your
Green eyes
You're like
A snake
Feasting
On me
You're my
Demise
Use to be
My lover
Now you
Beat my
Heart
Like a
Pound
R.I.P. life
Hypnotized
By you're green eyes
You're like a snake
Feasting on me
You're my demise
Use to be my
Lover
Now you beat my
Heart
Like a pound
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
the roof
R.I.P. to Virgil OffWhite sweats matching the shoes
You gon' find some disappointment trying to reciprocate the energy
Pull off in a Trackhawk,
wall
Or left in the fog, or riding they hogs
Letting it off, take out brother, we murder dem all
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
Fuck how these
Onion Rings To Whole Q P’s
Straight Off The Snap, Like Michael V
No Quarters Back, 180 Clean
Niggas Die
Homicide
If You Go Against Grain
Money, Cars,
not with Glo Gang, but I ballout
My choppa signed to O.V.O., I let the drake sing
Trying to see me a mill off the trap selling everything
I'm in
when we meet, we can make a few titles
Talk about life, gimmie gems on survival
Take notes, ima live by shit like the bible
My higher self, i let that
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much
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