Lyrics:
plotting bro just told me I'm not safe
Bitches pull up to my section cause they know a Nigha paid
We don't show em now love cause we know that they
Hold back won't you show up for me when i need you
It doesn't matter where you are cause i've been driving around, yeah
Looking for someone to show
AM WILD WES DOO THIS ALL NIGTH QUESTION FOURS BY FOURS ON RIDE WAS SUP BEE HELD UP BEANS TALK ABOUT REAL WEST SIDE BLOOD PLAN WALKING WITH THE P
Radio, TV, and even the press
That was the meanin of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt
Means nobody wanna be down when you're
a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
[Big Ed]
P point out the house, watch me run up in this bitch
Nigga come out
fucking popper
Call it a mother fucking drive by but this time no body shot up
Yeah I'm burning all these beats man call me a fucking sauna
Told him I'm
Niggas wit they hand out palms up
Man don't be em
Like John cena poof
I can't see em
We just tryna get by
We just tryna get by
I hope you love me
Until
night the reciever who understands
loving by landline, time’s up all too soon.
crying through cable, electro magnetic blues
blew my last 10p last night
Minstrel Show" is provided by the Atlantic Group
In association with ABB Records
Production design by Frank William Miller Jr
Executive producers: Lowest
these cyphers?
I treat 'em like they a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greezy neighbors
your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect
Before I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
UG
Do anything for the Paper
I'm so North UG
Born wild we been trained to go
Yaa I North UG
If you set it off
We can get it on
R.I.P Lumix, Big up
ain't getting no sex from me
I was fucked up, but I stay prayed up, no wonder why God keep blessin' me
Real Pita Bread P, I told my hoes, you better not
down O.A.P.
No no I said bro yo slow retards damn nobody knows me I'm lonely but it was supposed to go a little bit like Hi I'm one of the best MC's
Of what's allowed, what's right and wrong
Oh yeah, there's those who only criticise yet offer
Nothing new solutions? Ideas? No, just raked up shit
What
About to get them on that bandwagon, Oklahoma Sooner
My song already bumping when I hopped up in the Uber
I bet you heard I was the man, yeah that's
3 Months ago, they lock up my gang
44 DawGs it's still in my head
I stay on the low, listen to Fred. I sip overdose my lyrics on point
I trap for
than any nigga she touch and I can put that on the code
I had slipped up how the fuck I show my feelings to a hoe
Wrote this shit here on the road
My
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
packages
Show me where your mattress is
Picture, let me get it by practicing
Said don't stop riding, keep pedaling
I'mma hit the rock bottom
Best seat in
Pressure don't show it
Ask how I feel, I've been telling em chosen
R.I.P. Shaela, she know I was on it
R.I.P. four Chi he told me I'm goated
I go Stevie
win with the team
Out here tryna make pounds and P's
So by any means
Success is the key
Really facing my demons and fiends
Hitting my bop like Unknown
hiring-slyly-speaking that shitey. flying solo like an OG playing marco polo slammed down like a fell down O.A.P.
No no I said bro yo slow retards damn nobody knows me
(TAHH YUH)
(BETTER GET UP NIGGA)
(Ima go out and get it)
Don't need anybody, do it by myself
Got too much honey stack it on the shelf
That ho too
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