Lyrics:
(yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
"Where you been, wh-where you
Where you been"
By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry
(bitch) look up million records sold
(nigga) still sellin cook up
Pusha, you
was so real back in '96
Before the big life all the ice and all the bricks
Was small time grindin', high school rhymin'
Just broke up with my bitch so
Kick down the door!
Bust at a piss!
Shoot off his dick!
Smoke up the opp!
Serving the opp!
Serve by the brick!
Glock with a dick!
Know that bih pop!
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
Stop thinking what you thought, bitch nigga
Eighteen years old count seven figures
Make the pussy sing just like Trigga
I got cash on demand
Make
your year
But my buzz light years passing by
Claim that this your year
But my buzz light years passing by
Andy ain't no toying me
I'm the one who be
Seven years of pilgrimage
Let the ships sail away
By the will of the gods
For an Empire yet come
Save our lives through (The) Aegean sea
Runaway now but
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
stop my Rasta (Roster)
With dreadhead posture
I Take yo bitch out to Red Lobster
I'm just tryna do the best I can
Ever since the age of seven knew I'd be
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
the nights I'm lost in
Cough, cough, gosh
All right let's see... Spore Attic
Spore Attic? Ah, here it is, 7, 7
Agh, always takes like 20 years, jesus
Come
kickin' gangsta shit
For 7 years straight
And best believe makin' the end, ugh
Puttin' in work for my niggas in the pen
Cause see
Once upon a time I had
trying to
Sail the Titanic's kitchen sink
Ah! Nigga I'm killin' this shit
East 7 mile and we been in this bitch
By the time you get it
I done been in that
out man
That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said, "Life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little foot, big foot, get
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