Lyrics:
datin her own fuckin cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what?
You got your cellular phone,
bitch my puppet
Eat it all off a Adderall shit I missed a spot
Twenty thousand in the cup holder still spillin' over
Karahbooo off two X pills and she
serving ten to twenty
Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money
You're out for teen, but what does it mean?
You're just a waste young brother
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
hands, two eyes, yeah, okay
Said I got two hands, two eyes, ten whips (yeah)
Two hands, two eyes (damn)
Double seat, double mute (mm-hmm)
Penthouse
and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that's word to y'all
Love all my fans and that's word to y'all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been
my sad heart so i can love my scars
And we, we sit in our one spot giving lives as strangers walk by
Let's take pictures of the sky
You'd die for july
("dilated")
We're damn near starvin and we're dehydrated
(Chorus) 2x
(Iriscience)
No credit, everybody has to pay
Dope music, spittin everything from hash
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
We merkin' four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep
Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's
A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7
store
Man G, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Damn!
[Chorus - Sekou 720 - 2X - w/ ad libs]
Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga Queens is back, Queens is back
Man Sekou ain't the toughest
I'll
won't go to sleep
Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat
Uh, young nigga, twenty-two, ten M's up
2021 X7, fuck a Benz truck
Twenty-four shots in his
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar,
of fashion
No I'm not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o clock each night
And up at half past four
Still I go down
To that college town
When the Bulldogs play
the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
bad, but the pay is good lo
Chorus x8
I'm takin the time to think about the things I did
I want to ask the Lord for forgiveness if I live
I know my
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
the Vegas strip
I rolled me up a wood
We playing cards
She said I'll take a hit
A pussy nigga hating, hope he lose nine lives
It's gon be hard for me to rise
in twenty gauge fire, they dying like I was Frank Nitti
I'm having no thoughts of the lives I've done lost
When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire
live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang
At the trap spot serving them junkies
Turn
One's twenties fives to hundreds
I don't ask for a lot
Just don't play with my money
You hear them shocks squeaking
the laid-back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly know her well
She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty
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