Lyrics:
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
shop just for you to get got
By my interpretation of this real Hip Hop, come on
I tried to tell you I was tight with my spit game
I tried to tell you I
bubble can't burst
It's almost like only I exist.
Where everything's mine
If I can keep my mouth shut tight, tight, tight.
All by myself
I'm so much
Almost 15 people all living in that bih
Couple years before earthquake in Haiti in 2010
In about a year all them strangers became my friends
Called one my
the boot
Need car facts
Ugh
Finding my warrior within
Giving one hundred percent
Ugh
Quitters they never did win
Nah
Fighting then hope they forgive
I won't
life
Do it till we die right
We do it every night
Always got my rhyme tight
Always got my lines nice
Yeah I'm Always ready
And I never leave without
(price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (no)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (I'm too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
back to work
Take my tithe my last and first
Devil on my AstroTurf
I was kinda mad at first
That’s till I got revelation bout all of these trials and all
Grandfather paradox, when he rocks
Defy space clocks, compact time capsules
Hunter Thompson technics, Gonzo
Beat by Lazlo
Be the sauce for my hot wing flow
Heat
the way we look in our jeans
Sittin' on my stoop with my needle and thread
Got a stiff from jerkin' my head
Bound to hurt somebody by the way she switches
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
It's Big Don on the fuckin' track
Walk in the spot, they look in my direction
Hold up, is that why you mad
I hope not You don't want me to slide
a bitch even understand? (huh?)
Race, Race
Gotta coupe straight from space (Zoom!)
Wraith, Wraith
So much stars in my face (ching ching, bling!)
First place
nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
Bet i don't
I know you mad
I know you mad
I know you mad
You know you mad
YAH
Gave me power over my enemies
Now I'm elevated
And tower over my
hook on a lying chin
Gotchu caught up in the lions Den problems homie they tight And slim
If u got a fire ignite it then
While I'm still in my prime
I
Jabbing it
Mad stamina dammit
Can famine and cramming an animal
Into a pan damage the cannibal hannibal's hands
Bird berry
Walk in my burberrys
I herd
to make the bag
I get my nails done just to shake a lil ass
I turn my cell off got these niggas mad
I'm smellin good know your nigga want it
I'm lookin like
floor
Used to buzz em in then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than
the countryside,
I can achieve anything with you by my side
I know sometimes we gotta catch a break, we can get up leave whenever you decide
I respect and admire
hands up
T’fuck you talking about, it’s mad bruv
If penny loafing is how you get by
I’m gonn see it through my third eye
I’mma give it to you one time
You
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