Lyrics:
(Fuck out the way) when I come through
Raise up
It's my way or the highway
Slip somethin in your drink to make your pupils dilate
Here's a warnin for
in the streets 24/7, 365 blood sweat and tears and still steppin
A soldier deep in the gangs feelin this pain
For many years stackin some change,
had hoes 4 days, Im jugging out a Lincoln
Got that big bottle of hen-dog, get lb of by the weekend
Getting twerk from them Jamaicans, while bmf fighting
see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula
happen by rappin' and sackin' up
The most exotic narcotics and I only show my people love
I'm just a westsider 24-7 watchin' my back for the ridas
just running around the hood
Walking to school by myself at only 7years old
Mamma letting me see and experience shit on my own
Making me stronger told me
Gang
Gang, you heard it all
Clout
Clout
Let's go
Six seven hundred days, six seven hundred say nights
I was starving in the trench, tryna get my
dangerous
Niggas ain't playin' son, come round here shining its the timing
When things get violent, eyelids violet, whenever they violate
That's why my style
Treated dogs like it's ken
Got his brand on his skin
Drankin' this of that henny
I went to find some women
A hoe can come with genny
But she don't
the gingerbread man
I fuck with trap he up road he got it off of the land
I’m in Carol city pop out with my dog like the Raider Klan
Catch them boys loafin
the
Apple out of my throat again
And he still think that he's the
Man around my zones again
And he don't see he's Peter Pan
He's out growing them
And she sees
New and improved, nothing you can do I got the scoop on you
My team act a fool, my women come in twos, split with my crew only
Better not snooze that's
YY'all get too close
I'mma squeeze the life out of you
You speak too loosely with your words
I'mma silence you you ain't a leader
Dog nobody'd die
where the girls hang out
The homie said he's good with the weapons
And when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest
I think you get
Living life like a ground hog
Black bandana and it sounds of
Sirens and violence 24 7 no days off
As a younger he tried to be a pro baller
But no
a year went by so fast
Time to see - What we have - Time to see
Turn the projector on
First shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
[Celly Cel]
What's up for today, I'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it
Soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits
'cause they
was jumping like bed springs
Water whippin in that hoe’s house
Took in a bird, let’s throw it down
I got that work 24/7
Nigga my shop don’t close down
exceptions
Marked like a bounty by haters soft as bounty
Calmly entered counties in scenes like Robert Downey *Junior*
Layers surround me, strapped
moved fast and violent
A resolution forming
It was a day
On our patch of earth
It was a day
The dogs were sleeping in the dirt
C’mon Sun, out you come
team
You hear that sound
That's what it's like in the lions den
You rara bitches get quiet real quick
Take you out with a pad and a pen
She came by tryna
like I said I don't give a fuck
So bite my bum
While I kiss your mom
And slap your dog
And stuff some frogs
And then some logs
Inside your crocs
And 24
nigga wheres your fucking boss when you thought you won is when you fucking lost i've been through it all just to find out life is a bitch name obstacle
blessed
Me and Perry like juvenile, and Manny French, Howie Sheep
But they ain't following in the Shepherd's steps
When you really walking by faith, you
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