Lyrics:
LSD
You're all big shots. Shot by me!
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about
forget (no)
Foreign is pulled on the side of the highway, we fightin' because of a text
I can't forget, no (no)
Thought you was by my side, that was one
the credits roll then its known who did what
You see my name lit up big as fuck
Acknowledgment for a lot of shit
Punch lines the critics didn't get
Metaphors
lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health
Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself
Got tired of hitting the road for
Gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Turn up,
to sacrifice the pawns?
I've see the Devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns
It's been death after death without havin' time to mourn
Have you
Had her on my list, I got rich and fucked my dream bitch (mwah, come here, baby)
Nigga, you's a snitch, up the blick and get to tweakin' (grrah,
just not good at big glorys
Yeah
Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless
Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans
Ayy, I looked at the dirt
alone in this big dark place
Nothing could remove the smile from his face
When he arrived, everyone was in suits
Sammy stood there in tatty jeans
discontent
You whole look at me like a ship’s command
Would have once engaged but
I have since repent
And I’m just living my life stride by
Stride I rock
From the underground came a brand new sound
But I guess I must have brought it to the wrong town
'Cause I was treated like a stupid day dreamer
By
in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day,
Power in the hands, the hands of the few
Their laws don't represent me, and they don't
Represent you
A couple of rich men with a hidden plan
Who
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
wanted
But do you truly know why these men are being hunted?
It's a big brother state it's the same as the East
The cops protect the rich
It was a rough night,
Turned into years in an unknown land.
Jut a grudge fight,
Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand.
We had a hard time,
But we
(One big room full of bad bitches)
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even
You can see the lies in those real big eyes
Got the finger tattooed on her inner thigh
She?ll tell you to jump, she?ll make ya say ?how high?
I
grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
We get around like Sel Antanas
Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners
And black ballers, we set up
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just
Listen, I wouldn't give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich
You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one, nigga
I keep shit tight 'cause I'm a solid
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
straight lucky I been rappin
But even when I get rich I'm still gon' trap men
Addicted to the thrill of the hunt and big action
I don't bungee jump
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