Lyrics:
Isolation is reality
Can't party the way it used to be
But still a party yes it's true
Start a fire that's what I do
Now if you're alone move side
they'll be cbel
That's why I keep the ਸ਼ਸਤਰ by the Bedside table
Okay, Don't give a shit about these rappers
The way that they be spitting I can tell that
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
go deep
An that make it harder to breathe
Drop down on your knees
I'm easy to be pleased
Been runnin it since I was teen
a teen
They turning the prince
I see when I jump on a beat, is like a vision then I'm suddenly droppin' the heat
It goes, pop, pop, spit a bar, drop, I go non stop, everybody try
wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high
Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby
What do you expect
Man look
I wanna drop another tape
I ain't gone lie but I need some shit that's gone make these niggas
Bop they heads bruh
Like some
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu
my flow
cnd nothing gonna dim my glow
Why the beat gotta drop so slow
cnd the bass gonna rock down low
Got dreams that'll make you cold
Been blessed by
the crew so bad
But you the baddest one
And we knew that
Take you back to my state
Show you where I stay
Where you can go and lay
But I'm hypnotized by
Forever hopelessly believe
With every drop of my blood I will bleed for you
And every break of my heart let it beat for you
And all the light of my soul let
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
cause I got maids for that
Just treat me how you want to be treated
'Cause if I suck it and fuck it you gon' beat it and eat it
So I gots to put it
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
illegal let it pass
Get ya cash or get beat up by the people
Diesel you could hear me through ya
Speaker got me greedy
When I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot
Drop all the hate, this just a game
That's all it is at the end of the day
Don't hop on late, Ima be great
Don't give a fuck if I'm not getting paid
to beat the beat Kaili e tradition ndine mwana wamu tumbuka corrupted by religion ha
Nkani ya money chuma dollar tuli che (Tuli che) Ma gello fulu fulu
nothin' fast like a Vette or a Jag
Did a drive-by in the mothafuckin' drop top Zig-Zag
Coke and his sister Mary Jane
On Marijuana block drinkin' 40's
Hm hm hm
Let myself guide by my feelings yeah
Like the plan is to beat the odds, and im doing it real genuine
Yea we doing it all, yea we gotta go,
Use to ride my bike for miles
Now look at me I ride the beat like its no tomorrow
Thats how I see it and im tryna run 100Ms
Niggas see me they like oh
overwhelmed by what he came across
Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost?
People wait like never before for the ball to drop
At the gate lined up
(That her thing)
I drop a baby on her lips
Dawg off the leash, leash (Off the leash)
She put it on repeat (On repeat)
She love how I eat beats (Beats
fiends
Cash rules everything around me
Yeah that fucking CREAM
[Verse 2: William $.]
93 baby got yo bitch on drip
Find me getting wavy while my spirit
that shrimp fired rice,
He drop the price by the pound in China Town
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade
Motorola in the kitchen, whippin'
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