Lyrics:
a couple hundred thousand, I can't remember
They keep talkin' and we keep winning
Why niggas never say capisce until police chalk em
Because of my bitch
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it
Cause I don't really care who stepped in my path
Cause I'm a chatch you off guard
Okwa by onye eriri eburu oche ya
It’s blaq boi banks
Onye anwuru
Okwa oko gi
Okwa oko gi
I got my eyes on the bigger bag aiming for the bigger
snatch purse, so hard it hurt
To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'do not cross', they found
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
a bando
White boy in his sandals
Police like a Rambo
Blow it out, blow it out like a candle, Sambo
Me and you was friends, but to them, we the opposite
Shorty say she single, wanna blow up my phone
If I hit it like I do
Then she won't leave me alone
I promise I'm not a dog
But I'll give you the bone
when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I
line
.762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Got my blinkie on him and I'll blow it up too
From a distance the police we shoot at 'em too
Ask Lil'
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
Night", yeah, like I'm Big Boi
Pull up on a white tiger like I'm Sig Roy
I just put illicit drugs in my bang drink
Wad full of tens and twenties, it's
I be like money long like Nia
I be on my job oh my God where's Giaa
Keep a thick wad so my squad don't see ya
Got my shit together call my life Pangea
was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
my Nina Ross got a bad mouth
Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow
Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out
If you ain't got a warrant, get up
do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I brought enough
'Cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead Prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your
to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free
the fucking police
I stay ballin like i'm Kobe
No you don't know me
When they call let the phone ring
Fine by my lonely
Want it all like i'm Tony
She wanna blow
the fast lane and I won't stop
You ain't nothing but talk
You couldn't hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It ain't for the weak
Got my roddy
hot over
Cannot rank me and my brother's shoulder
See police looking for me like i
Told them something is missing
That nigga snitching on me tryna
Tell
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