Lyrics:
on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my
Let me shout out my dons
You wanna live fast die young
You know I beg a man slow down
Wow they running wild in my home town
Make money them haffi
beating down ya block
Knockin' pictures off the wall
While i swang slow
On the soufside where we get it in
From the I-20 to the I-10
We put rims and swangas
MPC Akai
Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came up in
Uber pulling up in 5, be outside
See you came to the crib,
While searching for a connection
Told you we cud get up,
Now you questioning my erection
I’m
Louis V tee with Gallery Dept. pants, nigga I'm puttin' this shit on
Walk in the bank and I pull out like ten bands Your lil' 5 get shit on
Nigga,
I'm going up today
I'm taking off
I came to your block today
I left all the tape and the chalk
I get it bussin on niggas and bitches which one do you
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin' nigga if you got five figgas
I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic wit
Right now
There ain't no laying down
Cuz they always find a way
To spin my words around
Plus i got the style
That gets em hostile
Anytime i got
fuckin let me go
Comeback for the come back
Bussin down for the Kodak
Got a ego like Bojack
Came in game late
And I still did it better
Still blowing
the last one came from Spinabenz,
That might be the shot he died from but he tripped
Last one hit his chin,
I’m representing call of duty again,
Walk down
Having my way shit feel great
Up in the field it's a good day
Day, Hey hey
Get high
Yeah (Boom boom!)
Bitch I came in the game with some fitness
I gotta hold it down til the very end
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Just by looking at me they know what I came for
My family got my back
Brought a nigga right
where I came
on a one track down (I won't back down)
she got out of Los Angeles
did her time by the ocean (she said)
you won't believe all the jerks
You might be dope, but no one gives a fuck
Cause they brainwashed by these corporations
Magazines and radio stations
Dumbing it all down and telling
sense/cents
"And then they get their little fingers on the public funds
And it's full-blown private sector socialism
With hand-outs, and tax-cuts
So I, I clutch it, drift it, burnout, shift down in the gear
I go top speed because you know I'ma get up outa here
I, I'm swerving through these
the hoes gonna ask
and i'm in VIP waiting for the youngest hoes to get let back
you can bet that, i'm in this game to win
drunk like Joe Namath on a 5
face down like five-o
Ride wit' six birds, this ain't no joke
The murder scene was a deal gone bad
We popped the fools and took everything they had
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
, down looking down now
I got you dazey little hazey
I get the feeling, just leaves me reeling I begin to cry
Then the rain came down, teardrops
Then
black
It's about to get real grimey
So somebody say "DJ, pull up the track"
Ow, shut this down (come on)
Ain't heard nothing like this since "Pow"
know how I came up
He only eighteen, they see him stacking his change up
And a lot of niggas chose to get in the game
But difference from you damn
Gotta get the pay on
Yo Nigga dead wrong
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Fuck Nigga better know
Imma get to the dough
Can't waist no time ride around 5 poles,
Bad bitches 5 Hoes,
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