Lyrics:
at you
When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was
hip, Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good 'cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off and if shit pop off
shot up his mama crib now he in jail
Trippin' off flicks of Blu Catrell, pussy and black tail
Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no more
Yeah, yeah
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
inchin'
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free
blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun
inchin'
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
DJ Heat, what up?
Hello, hit every lying clip with a Eggo
I pop more than I pop for when the cop blow
You Fruity Pebble, homosexual wearing velcro
and why?
It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper,
the ancient fortress
Shelled by a million bullets
From gunners, waiting in the copses
With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes
As we advanced into
jail
Trippin' off flicks of Blu Catrell, pussy and black tail
Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from Twin's .44, blew
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
Man fuck these niggas
I, I'm a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
loop it and get your lies off
Season
Yeah
Draft day, Johnny Manziel
Five years later, how am I the man still?
Draft day, A. Wiggins
Fuck that
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
hauled off to jail?
Man, fuck that, hit that shit raw dog, then bail
(Here I lay)
Man, it feels good to be home
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