Lyrics:
find out who gon be the rest of me
Tryna find out who gon fill the recipe
I won't let these thoughts get the fuckin' best of me
As the day goes by I look
so grind my nigga
They goin try they best to block your shine my nigga
The lord is by myside well be fine my nigga
And Everything in life goin take
the right things
And everything that money brings
That's talking cake, mom
Plus more weight, if you talking bass
Oceans, lakes
If we talking space
tryna fill your place
Cus I've been asking round
It seems you're doing fine
I miss the smell of smoke as we puffed under the eye
Your pictures faded in my
The same time these wack rappers wanna chase bud
And rap about it all the time man this age is fucked
Like tell um that you murder man and your out weighin
wait to get over you
And everything we been through
Changing views to me from you
Got a brand new point of view
So it's time I let you go
Think it's best
can't go to church homie?
Damn, there's nothing worse homie
Mama karma do your worst mami
'Cos that's best for me
I'll take what I deserve, nothing more,
Put down your badge and your gun and we can goddamn fight
Moment of silence for the young homie Dante Wright
I ain't did shit I was minding my business
stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
the river Nile check your general
You know for the plan of attack
I knew I could advance if the odds wasn't stacked against the wall
I've been surrounded by
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
through Black or White(Black or White)
Best believe I ain’t Colorist
Cause I had a thing with a dark Queen
I was born and raised by a Dark King
Momma
down
We gone bring it out, this what we about
At alert rest if there's any doubt
We call eyes up, then its yo behind We gone hold the line, mane its
Baby we ain't playing you could bring your friend along
So what it is hoe, yeah wassup
Can a playa get all off in your guts
If you want you can hop up in
the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live (so)
So don't change the dizzle, turn
the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live (so)
So don't change the dizzle, turn
block and bro’s about to let it spray,
I ain’t fist fighting,
What’d you think this is, MMA?
Automatic blow you out your jacket,
I’m a heavyweight
on the wrist wear shit real glittery
I put you out of your misery
Piffery, slippery
Get me in jam knock your knees out
Dropped the Domain had a fiend
Had 'em
king watch me form an empire
Everything that I want is on the inside
I should let you go
(You should know what we on when I’m on that)
That I still love
to the room in the back
Bring me in a Henney and a pack
Give a blunt to that fact suicide
State of mind, do or die, anytime
We can bang in the back
Why you all in my face, you
Ain't even in my circle dawg
You ain't even in the loop
I'ma wild out till I'm through
How 'bout it
How 'bout we hit
I cM - BIG cCE THE KING
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
CHORUS:
YOU WcNT IT
I GOT IT (I GOT IT)
YOU WITH IT
COME GET IT (COME
get the
Fuck out
Of here
Hey nigga get
Back nigga
You are not
Gang nigga
Day whoo
Shit nigga!
Gang shit
My nigga
Gang whoo
Fucker!
Yeah we
Want all
We bring our expectation
Come set our hearts on fire
Come spirit work in us
We want what You desire
Oh God, oh God
We pour out our praise
Come meet
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