Lyrics:
gotta drive that hard work
You question why you're circussing around the circle of 5ths at 2am
It's so you can play that phrygian dominant scale in every
cold
(SL)
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
(SP)
I'm in the hood cause I'm
the vibe I get
When I drive by six people and five I hit (whoops)
Aw shit, I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (ah)
These
the vibe I get
When I drive by six people and five I hit (whoops)
Aw shit, I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (ah)
These
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
Yeah
Started in the kitchen
Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit
Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right
Yeah
Started in the kitchen
Watchin' Good Times and What's Happening and all that good shit
Eatin' oatmeal, shoutout you Zion Zamir, that's right
boys, and
I ain't phony, homie, listen,
b2
N't got nothin?to lose. you criticize, but won't realize, you ain't never walked in
My shoes. play by
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
and follow like a sheep
2 homies in the front
3 homies in the back
That's 5 homies ridin' strapped
But this ain't no Cadillac
Holla at yo boy, you bet I been
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for
the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
But can't see past
hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said
He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
ping out those funny sounds
That sound good to me, you know
Sometimes I get to play it where I can't even say nothin'
Look out
Sometimes I think it
to a soft-hearted sucker
I'm different, so don't compare me to another
Chorus
Verse Two: Ed O.G.
Some of the people want to be equal wishin that they could be me
that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)
I'm a lil' man, stand my ground no matter
everybody know 'em
The best nigga
I got two bitches on call, no three-way
You ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease say
Four, five
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock'n'roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance
to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock'n'roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance
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