Lyrics:
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
Pretty much I'm comin through in the clutch see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark
shadows takin' flight
Whispers low under moonlight
Spending nights with strangers bright
Then sneaking off by daylight
Caught in shadows out of sight
Making
the cops come pick us up
[Mark Curry]
Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin' your luck
Intrudin' wishes is already sowed up; n**** fold up
You
X'd out the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak intelligence on the block
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough to break you left
shootin' up wit all of the stars
Had to figure out how to get to MARSZ
Always makin' sure I'd be right at home
Always on my back, but I'd feel alone
I was
Everyday makin' moves
Always gotta work hard
Everyday keeps pushin'
Always gotta play hard
Life goes on, life moves on
Brand new one and a brand
chowder, just walk without it
Them real crook brothers don't talk about it
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did
Turnin' hustle into harmony, makin' somethin' shout
Yeah, some call it crazy, some call it a reach
But I call it dancin' with the stars, out of my comfort
now I'm keepin' my promises
That's who I'm rockin' with
Crossed by the snakes now I fly cross the continents
I need someone to humble me fore they gon'
Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I
By me and my motherfuckin big bro
[BG Knocc Out]
Now Gangsta Dresta can you come and wreck the set ?
[Dresta]
Yes!
[BG Knocc Out]
Now can you
Usually on the out
Watchin' lovers drown
Sleepin' so sound
Girls I shot down, like cupid, and bound I'd
Pull on the rope (Rope)
Makin' it hold tight
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory, my hardcore
been missin' uh
Tongue kissin' in the strangest positions
Givin' you a good taste
Of the thang's you've been missin' uh
Listen i can tell by the pain in
her leg
Pissed on the carpet, shitted by the door
Psycho Les is out
You don't wanna hear no more
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
The hooker
Ascension feat. Boogiefish
Produced by: Kevin Shin, Moodin’
Written by: Kevin Shin, Kyle ‘KO’ Owens
Arranged by: Moodin’
Recorded by: Tim Jiang @
Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
makin' up your own rules
Not playin' by their game
You're tryin' to fit in, but you just wanna stand out
You have to make your mark before time runs out
the cops come pick us up
[Mark Curry]
Step in a territory that's corrupt, pushin' your luck
Intrudin' wishes is already sowed up; nigga fold up
You
Mark G man you know what the fuck going on
Free my niggas free jp man
Damier attire (Yeah nigga)
Couple hundred on my brother commissary tell em
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble
And we ain't
(But we winnin out here so who give a fu*k)
Big girl stretch marks baby girl you better own it
Skinny girl wit no a** baby girl you better own it
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