Lyrics:
you still getting shot
(Ahhh shit)
Here they come now, they out on patrol
(Ahhh shit)
They killed a few, they finna kill some more
Walked in here
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I'm still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I'll float again
Chyeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up
For real
Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw
Where we say "know what I'm
come on by
Tell me why you're knocking
You know to just walk through the door
Tell me why we're still talking
I know what you came here for
If we don't win by the ballot
It's back to the bush
Build an African Death Star out of callouses
Children's swollen stomachs
Push into
the check
Daki under fire with the Uzbek
Going up from here gonna reach dharma
That's a 84 percent it's called karma
Blood in the vault ya we unbound
From
rhyming up facts like Dave east
Buy it out
Don’t got no lease
We got the keys
To the streets
It’s tough out here getting up your cheese
We don’t care
fit stay here
Babe wan hold you down with belle because you dey fresh
Fast forward, now we stacking that paper
Forever young like say na African players
one thing to say, man, yo
Somebody's gonna catch a body
Low A, trust me
Right about now, we gon' bring out some spitters
And you see this stage,
If Ine nothing else, Ise a hustler
Used to slave everyday then put my money up
I was working by myself when them times was tough
And if it's me
the killin', I'm still with the set
We drip down and we leavin' 'em wet
I wanted the Rollie, I want a Patek
I wanted to flood all my shit with baguettes
I
Go ahead
Fresh out the gate again, time
To sing the praises, yeah
Another too early fallen rapper
I still remember when
I used to listen to the
Words
Tomorrow's on the way
Kingdom's gonna come
Too soon to celebrate
We're still marching
We're still marching
Good morning world
Here's your pick me up
Time for
low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack
at Vibes holla at Kay and get a fresh fade
Still got them corn bOs coming by the milk crate
Young nigga on the block making moves everyday
Trapping out
Pain on the beat beat by pain
Either way you see it still works the same way
Pleasure's are simple... but pain, pain's more complicated...
All we can
my heart, now I'm empty inside
I gave you everything, I got nothing to hide
You said, you didn't want me by your side
I guess, we can say we tried
Yeah
the way
Otta keep it G ain't no other way
Took the long way look it look who made it here
Maintaining movement I'm ahead by the years
Left the city
Yeah
It's the time of your life
Touch the sky where's the lighter
Tryna put me down by design am the fire
Grinding all my life now am here put signs
the sun
Grab a scooter, and point it somewhere fun
Down to Sixth Street, with music all around
Out on Rainey, the DJs keep it loud
We had no idea what we
Running down bars on my iPhone
Grinding all night I ain't coming home
Loving my life like here I go
I'm passing you by with my eyes closed
I only do
Everybody fresh and everybody stylin
All my homies drinkin music blasting and we
Wild’n
Norteñitas on the grill yesssir they burnin up
Got Corridos
here, bitch, ooh)
But now I'm here, bitch, ooh (but now I'm here, bitch, ooh)
Yeah
But now I'm here, bitch
From the BART train to a tour bus
Still
of the hunnies in ma car
Here we're skinny dippin and we're eating caviar,
Chillin' by the pool, Shaggy smokin' a cigar,
Multi-platinum and counting, you have
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