Lyrics:
just started penning this at at 52
That's 10 bars in six minutes flat
Still hot, and I'm pushing 52
Keeping it a buck
I'm OG
True school from the hard
Go okay
Go okay
Go okay
Go okay
Go Go Go Go Go Go, Okay
I'm running it up
I want all the bucks, and I'm stuck off a blunt
No one in this room I can
Stay with me until I see you again
Just the week before
I wanted to stay with you
Looked me in the eyes
We both have baby blues
Told me too buck up
Go
to meet him in thirty we met a hour later
My brother throwing pints in the freezer saving fours for later
Look ima keep it Giannis with you
(Thats a buck)
I
Blowjob und lass mal dein drecks Rap
Wir machen Tektek und drücken Kapsel Flex weg
Mir it' egal, ob du mich kennst, ich komm' mit fünfzig Cousins
Bück
throne (Nigga)
By all means
Let me at 'em, let me go
(Let me at 'em let me go migo)
And I'm willing to bet that all kings
Will bet they crown
socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
Put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
I got big bucks
a pool in it
Big tanks like No Limit
Backyard wit the whole field
Lunatics got it lookin' like a tipdrill
Got them bitches drippin' by the boatload
You can put her in a new truck
Put her in a big house
Dress her up put a million bucks in her bank account
But she's still gonna be
Down to earth
street niggas out condonin' these marks
Shells hit his body and they tore Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I really like your shit
And I give you respect,
like Foster
Let the Star buck for the cream, no Costa (Cream)
That nigga don't really want beef
Who's copying me? Some silly impostor
Whip it, set
These niggas rate my songs, ayy
These bitches be playin' my songs, ayy
Met a little ho on Sunday
Bet I fuck the little bitch by Monday
Don't need no
niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
suck
Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap
Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
Lookin at the news and now I see pals
Carlton, koons,
To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever
you down to die,
'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's
inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot
her?
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again
I'll turn
great, you ask me what I meant by
Said, I shot a man named Gray, took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I
to buck fuckin wild just like a Western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain't no second guessin, I'm back, where's ya heart at?
it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
King of insight
And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now I'm serving time for mistakes
Made by
Don't wanna run
Don't wanna hide
There's more to us that meets the eye
We do what we have to
We do it in style
This has to be our time
Rap By Jack
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