Lyrics:
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Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
always cry?
Go head dry ya eyes
She reply, "Why you always lie, live 2 separate lives?"
Girl I don't
You know you my queen
Just been in a funk
Been hurt in
35, 45, Beehive
Skydive, test drive an '09 Kia
She looks like Sia, you can't see her (Ay)
Captain America, Civil War, own three cars with two doors (Two
Eternal life is granted through Jesus Christ
Ask about Him ill tell you what I know
He is the savior and thats fasho
He laid his life down 4 us 2 live
All
See? Shook! Go on then
I got war lyrics in my book, go on then
Go on then
Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then
One, two, diss my crew
Three, four,
close
So present
So happy to be here
So pleased by your terror
The abject shriek in your mind
The perfect silence
As you tried not to wake your parents up
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
stamina's working
Bbk will live forever, real friends don't die, they live together
Talking bars, we bring the pepper
Man wanna meet better bring
Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clippin'
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
of worthless thots
Soon as I get a M get back in my bubble
If you mind your business you might as well get it done
Trynna live my dream they told me get off your
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
crew
And special shoutout to YungPolo
As always
My name is YungSeventeen
And this whole experience
Was broadcasted by the mane himself
Shoutout buddies
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
what, noon to three, just roll with me
My homie Lou just two-wayed me from Lagoona Beach
You can meet the rest of the crew, a bunch of super freaks
We got
playa, yeah, we too playa (2 Chainz)
Playaz Circle, that my first squad, but you already knew that (you knew it)
Nigga claim he got a million dollars,
I'm living proof
You live by it
Then you die by it
Unless you niggas boof
And I don't play with niggas
So don't play with me
But if you wanna go
Just
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