Lyrics:
That bitch mopey
And her boyfriend be broke
And I stab his throat out
Man, I'm makin him chokey
No license I'm boating
New mobile I stole it
The chop
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
to me, walkin' target
Shotguns on me trynna blow me out the water
But ain't impressed, touched, didn't blow me out the water
Gotta go deeper, like below me
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
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
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
D.E.Partay
B.A.K.E., R.M.A.N,
I'ma make it hot till PM be A.M.
Whip it up till they bodies be bakin,
Mark it with a K, cuz kearmera's the name brand,
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Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
They all tryin' to figure out if I'm a hero or villain
With the ability to take over your mind, rhymes real as this
Got 'em hella hype every time,
the candles out
In our walk through time
This family table's, bound together by love that never dies
Won't you come on in?
Supper's almost done
Go ahead
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
shirt, yeah
Rub by the time you think they blamin'
Who the hell put the lean on my Fanta
I call up Yachty when I'm in Atlanta
He talkin' crazy, get hit
their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit,
still be flat
Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin' my own rules
There must
of high times
The gray in his beard mark the years on his life
Seems time just up and run on by
Oh restless, restless time slips by
With so many signs
probably shaken
When I'm out of love, fill it with a pound of bacon
Workin' round the clock to document my motivation
Travel only for the purpose
happen to marks like
It was helter skelter
Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last
drive out up to the sea.
Got no other place to be.
Makin’ movies you and me,
You and me, you and me.
So, please kiss me, on my mark.
Play our love
drive out up to the sea.
Got no other place to be.
Makin’ movies you and me,
You and me, you and me.
So, please kiss me, on my mark.
Play our love
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
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
Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male
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