Lyrics:
where I'm at I'm always packing the pack
Never living by the gun but still I'm backing my strap
It's like I'm in a different league I've got Ladapo in
they think they're pros
Ho's think they're better than Tech N9ne at rap
Go ahead get destroyed by the GOAT
At least I don't flex like every bad rappers
Geekin' by myself, drop the top
Cause I made the rain stop rainin'
Took a trip to Bel Air, now I'm fresher than the prince
Livin' like we kings, never gonna
up, it hurt my eyes to see
And the shit that I seen almost blinded me
I feel like Ray Charles, my eyes closed and I spot a bad bitch
Went three for
on my phone
That's a fact
So good at math
I add n' Subtract
By flipping da pack
Invest in my product
Then make dat shit back
Take that shit back
I don't
Ask about Racks N I told her I got Plenty
Grab me a seven and shove that in my kidneys
Crash me a cat and then whip me a hemi
Gone off the za and this
feet back on that floor
Had to shout out to D, cause you know where I'm from
Young nigga and we fighting, don't even pass me no gun
I grew up fighting in
start a riot
I'm engaged in the kill switch with the swift of the page
That my pen is markin' up and I fill it with rage
Wash away the bad vibes, so I
Somebody ring the alarm
Somebody ring the alarm
You better run fore this gun get used off, no doubt
Be +Ludacris+ for you niggaz not to +Roll
off his kicks.
He can't reach the climax for the shot of the sun.
Anti-christ traveling through the tract of his gun.
He thinks of the sex, and the "E"
the divinest
With track
Plus from the minus
Semantix your highness
Suppliers
With tunes
From the stars and moons
Gun slingers
Blowing up like balloons
For
it! (You're right!)
Not over this shit (Stop!)
Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don't
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so
(T-Dre)
I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay ain't no place that I'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
cin't bout no check don't hit my phone
Only gun cop me a few if I know that I feel that the feelin is feelin right
Never get stopped by a cop or a bitch
way to get by is stealing from the rich folkthey got the nice cars and ice they pay the highest price just to gloatdon’t feel bad they got a boatfirst
you let the 40 boom
Then don’t let ya face show
Woahhh
I got bad bitches on a come up
Niqqas see me and all my guns up
If you owe
You pay the tab
ciment and concrete blocks
Where the balanced mindstate is
Overwhelmed by greed, it sucks!
And when they wanna meet us
Tell'em not to worry, they'll know
Uh, runnin away everytime that I hear this track
Mm, gun in da brain figurative I might steer it back
Mm, slippin the day I find I Lie by a melody
right by the Greggs
I was sixteen when I got two heads (yeah)
Ask SE15 when the gang first caught them an M (bap)
T- weren't alone, he got bored with
she started get naughty
I'm taking your bitch just like my n**** Carti
And she fell in love with the ice
She say I be dressing so nice
I play with these
do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
It's all by choice, not
e
O set go o set e
O set e o set e
O set go o set e
Singing shutting down the city
Some never gree ma'kana habit
Everyday by day a ne'me meeting
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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