Lyrics:
it goes but ya boy still cocky
A handful of my notes but the jotting all. Sloppy
Put cotton on they nosebleed they wanna be enemies cuz i took what's
on those beats
This for my niggas back home
That love to stay in those streets
Get your money and stay alive
It's hard just to breathe my nigga
We tryna turn
fitted cap
And a fresh white tee
Back in my younger days I used
To rock it like G he went to this party
After watching this movie
That was themed by
Ima pimp can’t you see
By the way I run the streets
I be Havin these niggas runnin
Like issa track meet
But we ain’t athletes
We got g 19s
Lil Nikki On State Street
A Hell of A Day
Rest In Peace To B.I.G & Shorty Frank
We Gotcha Renee “ DearBorns “
Outro
(Talking At The End )
Rest
bangers
Real niggaz know me well
Fake niggaz all strangers
Rap wit a purpose
fuck scratching the surface
And my notes full of spectacular verses
feel they outta breath
Or untill they find an option for there op to deck next
So we roll out on a bet
Go out with no set
Lone boy soldier'
Coming for
Vigi
Cashtime life
Lento si yiqale singena lutho
Amapokoto avuza
Mara nou lei bari ziyas’ hater
Amapokoto dumba
Phetu ma double G Zet no pro i know
boppers skate
Bumping that street Cause over here
It don't stop at drake
Back to make the ground pound
Coming with them loud sounds
Its peep game & Doug
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
DON'T PAY ME IN HOMAGE, PAY ME IN DOLLARS
GOT ADVICE FROM UNCLE ROC TO FOCUS ON MY POCKETS
N*GGAS ARE PETTY, WATCH EM
I CAN TELL BY THE POSTURE IF NIGGAS
on that walker pocket
The derringer
If, we ever up and close, uppercut, comatose
Waxed out money sounds based up
On a different note thin line, thinner rope
Wrist broke wrist broke
Price drop limbo
G1 that's big bro, big drip, big smoke
Get it gone that's distro
5 racks in pink notes
1 call that's kilos
Double
With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block
Get low from the cops, y'all know I been hot
Since 1st Street, over twenty deep in
the streets
No I don't have to change for any motherfucker liven unforgiven
To my last breathe so Rest In Piss biatch
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like there
small
I needed anything he was the first I'd call
He was down the road with me
If I got in beef
By fucking them hoes with me
He was H-O-T
Kept it real
back on the streets
Rollin' through the hood, to another store I creep
Now I'm on my feet 'cause the cops is on my tail
They want to see me go to jail
a life, an eye for a brain
While cats in the mortuary seem untamed
Kinda scary, Sleepin' by them graveyard bones
It's just the way they just sit in
Who would have thought that my baby's moms was a crook?
As for my son, my poor little worm's got no food to eat
Cause his mom's always in that street
Welcome to the chop street
Dead bodies hanging by they feet
You see this demon when I walk
You hear this evil when I speak
Mark of the beast
When I
by lying I'd be hungry see
Them all lying in the street under the money trees
Some got work some get enslavement
Some got dirt some get pavement
Some
g
Riding on these beats like the wheels on a street
Checking IG only real one is me
Actors portray what they see on tv
I be by the beach vitamin d
to the G code doing numbers
They would think I had the cheat code
Had a plug, he was sorta like your bitch
And by that, I mean
The boy was taking cheap loads
attention
Manifestations the reason for my ascension
Check it, now
My C notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti
Once you on my level
They claiming Illuminati
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