Lyrics:
and the beats by me
Say more y'all hate
Then the hotter we write?
If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Pits in the booth, and I got a mean bite
Now the money
handouts, I don't need no deal Do all that shit on my own for real
At GR, she got me a drink and I chill Fresh off the hook when I get me a meal
I get
Nowadays man just jumps on a track and I bust two bars and they reload me
All we do is get dirty cash so that's why the chain says GDC
That's why the gear
"Aceyalone? What to do?
Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone
wanna battle me? It's ain't what it seems
You ain't up against the odds of me
You up against the odds of the Most High
Supreme Being
You took a turn for
ignition's for those with keys
Who want to start me up
That's where nature and nightmare come merge
Put ya hole in so much inside ya gotta splurge
On these
ignition's for those with keys
Who want to start me up
That's where nature and nightmare come merge
Put ya hole in so much inside ya gotta splurge
On these
ignition's for those with keys
Who want to start me up
That's where nature and nightmare come merge
Put ya hole in so much inside ya gotta splurge
On these
Verse1
Its gonna take me a mill
To make me a mil,
Me i am going ham
Selling bare green still.
Gang i could get killed
Trying to make a million
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
life aloud (smokin loud ha)
You might find me on the right track..but not for long no, no..
Couple people that I need left.. but I know they ain’t gone..
Look catch me in the bay
Trynna send a package up-state
20 P's of each box wrapped
In a package and tape i ain't never lackin'
Always keep the strap
THOSE WHO HEARD ME BEFORE? CAN TESTISFY TO THE FACT
I BLESS EACH TRACK WITH NICENESS (YUP), NOTHIN LESS THAN THAT
DON?T PLAY THE BIGHEADED TYPE CAT WHO
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
Blood sweat and tears the shit that got me here
Not the chip on my shoulder but the chatter in my ear
I'm steady on gas so they better
mad!
Let me tell you my backstory
This shit ain't that gory
No acid baths because that's boring
I rap touring the map
When I was scoring the track
Controlling your path
They tell by your shoes
Supplying your body
They poison the food
Niggas get robbed flexing for boobs
Try to be me
And don't know how
on the floor
Living life at hyper speed I call this here a star track
Tryna tell me about her ex and I'm like shorty stop that
Say she want me as her next
the
Highest grade of the finest kush
Give you raps with some minus hooks
Niggas know that I'm tryna cook
A chef at his best can't contest
If he's less than me
Straight off dust, nigga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga
something you don't know about me small rapper
Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on
You
a serious endeavor
Solid gold rhymes like I found buried treasure
ROI when you hear me getting better
Get high, get by, hope I don't die
Inside, this time,
I ain't tryna see L's less it's my g Brooks
Get looks, my hooks have got the whole scene shook
What's good?
Tracks ain't dropped but I spat a lot
be down iin hell or up at angels' sky
The outcomes the same, iim alone when i diie
I'm runniing the meet but thiis shiit iis not track
They keep
my pen it can not disarm me
Alarming when you wakin up in the midst of fools
Who remain confused
And to reality they hit the snooze
Imaginary rules
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