Lyrics:
pronouns had no style
Your weak proposal
Aim the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
All that other bullshit ain't permissable
Annual increase
dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak
That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat
That's whatcha gonna expect comin' from my crew
Bunch of dope
sacrificial lamb fact or fiction don't matter it ain't my issue fam the missle remote in someone officials hand shit he saying issa sham wifey neck stay around
lil ruger in with the big clip
Fucking wit me then I’ll take a young nigga out like a field trip real quick
I got the sauce & the juice yea my drip is
crew
Thug Life (thug life)
That I claim (that I claim)
For those who don't understand
That think we loco insane
Walkin' hand in hand
With
and apron, over a flame bakin'
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all better duck
behind that camera only reason why your throat cut
Opposition pray for cancer reason why the smoke up
Don't fuck with me can't fuck with you gone put you
that violence
Writing somebody else's story, you didn't choose to live
Filming videos, only time you've been shootin' clips
Imagine if tellin' truth made
a course to his map
He was born into pain
Worn in the rain
Scorned by the plain and deplored by the pack
Now he's torching the game
Scorching the flame
The people always run up on us in Texas though
Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though
Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams
Almost
dont rep a set except for what my clique has built
Imma spit this on the real
I aint never been a g but v got hittas in the field
We gon put in work
his time would come, top issue
Branded by a government official
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
And I've been on the grind
You can prolly tell (Right)
In 2018 I done drop 99 videos and
I ain't heard shit from double XL (Why)
I ain't got a platinum
I lived for these moments with you
Inside, Harley sit's in front of
The Joker in a
Straitjacket as she takes something
From her purse what do you got?
Bitch I'm the Lorax
I speak to the tree
Only got gas make you weak in the knees
I be so blessed that I feel like a sneeze
Leave you a mess and your blood
strike a flame switch a lane and swerve
Take a sip skinny dip pull the clip off my hip if I see I'ma shoot and I ain't aiming at no bird
So what's the word
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop
whole clip and hittin' nothing
Your whole block on him, only two niggas got him
Came down fast
With the cash and the product
Caught you pants down
their place in time to be solidified
The clock ticks faster and faster
While time runs a marathon in this Babylon
But see, the end is only
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
the twin towers
For ten hours, so send cowards
The message from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em, Yaowa
In our, house we spit like Sig Sauers
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood, Scarface
the video games
Way too big, can't fit in a frame
How you gonna shoot, you ain't got no aim
They be talking bout the fire, you be talking bout the flame
Aye,
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