Lyrics:
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
at yo, service You heard us Murderous Demons they comma Which choosin like the chrome llama BLAH!! [Verse 2] An introduction to my murderous plot I got so
It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit)
And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy
[Chorus]
like, "what?" Niggas like
"get down!
" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen"
Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat
Right? It's not
Didn't think it through you don't have that interlact
Focus on my future I just have to reinvest
Vibrating with the universe so I can manifest
What's
ho's done heard of you, that dirty do
Anything to attract them ho's
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them fours
This how it go, you
ho's done heard of you, that dirty do
Anything to attract them ho's
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them fours
This how it go, you
thinkin' we can
See what we can be if we press press forward
Just one more round and you're down, I know it
Fill another cup up
Feelin' on yo butt, what
niggas das from da hood
It aint too many of us that's left if I could sum da hood
Shit ima keep it a hunnit
Plus da two add da foe eleven street im from
Don't you know they made up lies about Christ too
(Christ too)
So why won't they make up things about his Prophets too
(Prophets too)
It's not about
to they customs
All that faking and fronting
Complacent handshaking what's yo Instagram what's yo number?
You see that shit give me anxiety
I just sit
caused the man to stand there still
Despite the winter's cold
And while he stood there in that trance
The angel read his soul
It seemed the man
rap shit
Yah but now that he gone, he ain't never coming back home (No)
Boy but that shit made me strong
Raised by mama inside of the hood, done went
A'kween stay in school
It a take you the long way feed yo mind the strong way by the way I just got back in the studio I had a long day
Think about you all
niggas keep hatin yo place gone remain the same
The grind took me some patience
It paid off at end of day
They don't even know what it took Always got
it and they know it"
The Sun puzzled over what to do next
This Demon didn't seem to be as much trouble
As the stories had made them out to be
"I just
And focus on getting me better, yo
Made a simple mistake by thinking this girl would be cool she (?)
Everyone's all the other girls they need too
Now I'm
my blood on that Hennessy floor
One apologized one betrayed me
The hook wasn't right should have let Cavemen do it
They praying that I fall
You said
poser
Nigga to the king I'm closer
Than those fake models (fuck 'em)
Yo fat bitch got me a boner
I ain't no bone (thotty)
They want that juice and muscles
friendly you was just my foe
Me and David yeah we go for the wind
Made me up some K's so you know that I'm gon' spend
They hitting my phone yeah I'm just
with bad table manners
We act bad, my nigga what is y'all sayin'?
Like when we walk inside clubs, niggas hold they gal hand
'Cause they know we run
with bad table manners
We act bad, my nigga what is y'all sayin'?
Like when we walk inside clubs, niggas hold they gal hand
'Cause they know we run
from Louisiana
Made It
The amazement
On they faces
Cause they know
We underrated
Underrated
How i play it
They say life is what you make it
Grab
That .40 cal drum with a tiddy, boy Glock with extension
I fuck around sweep up the street boy
And foe nem ah' tweak on a nigga
Just let they ass know
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