Lyrics:
Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some wish, but don't all
Wanna feel like number on on top
And get riches, enough to eat and mall
Loud echos, familiar violent sounds from the ghettos
I call upon green vegetation from them clear meadows
I call upon shoeless souls never seen stilettos
A movie, throwing Money all in onyx
Newsflash, I'm a shooter,
Yeah they call me Night fire
All I smell is gun smoke
Air it out humidifier.
Throw it back
nothing
Trapping K-I-N-G
I got a call from CMG
They talking distribution
Like Drew Carey
Price is right
Then come on down
Auntie Kat
Right besides
I know
And you never see a uniform on Wall Street
There is power in the blood
I don't mind dying
I don't mind the dying
I don't mind dying
When that call
the parkin lot pointin out the window
Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga see Bo
Bitches all in my business 'cause they think I move kilo's
I, call my
yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Next time you in
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch
They call it shot by mistake
Or a ""self defence case""
So it's easy to be excused
But they've knocked you down
In the jail of your town
You're
Opinions are like assholes everyone has one
Like father, like son
Hey Sinners and saints answer the nature's call
It's better to try than never try at all
Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
"Bad Touch Example" that
Every time I go to bed all the things I hate come out
The uniform they choose to wear shines bright guides the night
Everything I see as I walk
I can only tell em one time g***k sing like jodeci
How you g and call the one-time dawg that s**t new to me
Chicken spent....rotisserie
GrizzyGang
coated
Looking so clean girl I want you
VIP suite with a bomb view
Rolling up sticky I call it glue
I'm up in the air like I'm Tom Cruise
FIRST
Time has come
We gotta expand
The whole operation distribution
New York Chicago LA
We gotta set our own mark and enforce it
We gotta think big now
Check the temperature in the room you come faaar i think you should start a film and now they call me sir a superstar with my tunes relaxed in a spar with
permit
Bend the corner over like ass what you working with
Every nigga owe me want a pass which you not gone get
I'm a call a savage on your ass with
Out on dis coupe
White on white call it frost
AMG got ah 100 racks in da vault
Aye wassam, you know me though
I'm that lil nigga from
Alexandria
Coming strong like desert storm
Blowing when I come through
I'm dropping fnol packs in gram prune juice
I then jumped off the pisoch
Yea they call me
the distribution of a nation's paper currency
They create interest rates and work for themselves
They do not work for society
In the United States this crew calls
mutual aid
With large scale distribution
So give me a call
We'll talk it through
Something grassroots
Something New
I'll make a chart
You'll make a graph
Nobody ever tells you
When it's too late now
For a call to change the world
The pattern bends and breaks down
There's a new main theme
You begin
Distribution checked, I just wanna get the word out
Now I see the young wave
And they're plotting on a Grammy and a front page
Hibernating with my family, I've
From back when the uniform's all grey
I was musical always
Let's get one ting clear, you don't run tings here
Leave that gun ting there, my man's
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