Lyrics:
can't play with destiny (holler if you hear me)
As fas as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop callin' all around
Sayin' have you seen my man?
it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' solve 'em, 'cause I probably did it too
Because of you
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
TSI won't stop rappin, I
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what
cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I
know I'm the man and that's one hundred ain't no give or take
Shit personal now if you ain't catch on then you fucking late
loaded three o'clock we got some contact
You won't every see me tripping off of no hoes
Probably cause a nigga got them by the boat load
In and out I keep
ain't no need for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walkin'
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
an' Big Skrappy
C-Dogg on da switch cuz dis is Eastside good
Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz
I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown
Strictly 187 Boy Yeah... Lego...
Picasso oh yeah I'm a BaBy
I eat you dummies on the daily
I bet your BaBy momma crave me
I'm cursed with the verses
of the hill I kick it with hank
I signed a new deal and went straight to the bank
Uhh Amy Winehouse I like keepin it frank
I’m a lightweight so I don’t really
Doing these tracks, back to back
Back to black, more Amy Winehouse than crack
And guess what, you know whose back!
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north visit
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got
an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin about
Muscle bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it
own
G Mentality gold, on my neck that's my code
Godly grateful and gangster, just in case you ain't know
And I wake up alone, to Amy Winehouse's songs
an affiliate, I know hitmen (yeah)
I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist then (haha)
You niggas sneak dissin', and that ain't how we play (no)
Fuck with mine,
how to fly again but don't even need to fly away no no
But I do need help
I can't handle this shit by myself
Put my heart on the shelf
Forget about it
homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist
team in the front
My brother he ain’t no blood
But you know he bleed out the cut
He the wrong man
Tryin to run up on a nigga
Gon’ be the wrong plan
You
at the corner Liquor Store
Just to get some drip
And some Blungster Smoke
When I'm in the bitch i feel so good
Cause there's no talking when I'm in my hood
sweet
and there ain't no doubt that you got to check
doodle, silk, butter, mec
it's so good to be here
yeah baby that's the style
the jazz can fill
my truth
Im busy changing up manhattan sipping jamo with vermouth
Kang aint conquer half of what Im her today to do
You aint no mvp, or no big league
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