Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I wake up everyday with success on my mind
Mothafuckas hatin on me every time I ride by
Mothafuckas hatin on me cause they know I’m that
I feel like I'm in my prime now
c captain of an armada who powered through all the pain and the drama
Back when my crew felt like Pinky and Brain
true
It's hard to stay true, when you're from a broken home
Left all alone with two faces, people who betray you soon
There's no trust when your closest
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
9:07 AM, February 2nd, 2019
There are still fat raindrops on the double-paned windows, jiggling
Those windows look out to the street from the old
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six
and throw her in sum bape
Remy, Fendi, that's expensive bait
100 Benji's I want in my safe
Tryna have my peoples out of state
With 2 shawties that's
support me shit it's bout time
But honestly it's too late honestly my crew straight
Don't show me no fake love when I die nobody knew Tae got fire on me
Sucker
[ VERSE 2: The E (& DJ Boss) ]
Time to start the rhyme scheme over (over)
My dog's name is Dick, not Rover (not Rover)
I don't believe in
hood rich
Come and get your girl, 'cause she got me on her wish list
Wipin' off that coral blue #2 lipstick
Used to live at home, but I got my own bread
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
on two-fifth
Rolling with the number one clique
We just ripped our first hit
Had the ride and all that
But the night was so fat
We trooped to to get the black
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
send shots in yo house
Yo bitch is blessed to live
Cause I shot in her mouth
Can't be without the pistol with
This kind of cuban on
Two-kilo grams I need
If you anit moving with us then just move over
You know the gang bang bang we them true solders
You gonna learn today I'll let the crew coach you
I'm
life to forget it
Crew said they would die 'fore I get it
Two times my lips lied so you bit it
Wait, the world is so big, fantastic
I can't stretch
drunk off your hundred and eighty-proof ninety-percent truth
Ten percent lie you were sent by
Lord of the flies, but angel of light is the alias he went
man
Yeah my crew, ran em' out the fair, call em' munch man
Talking shit, he's trying to diss catch em' by the trash can
Catch his ass, we trying to up
a remix
Kicking flavor in ya ear its the 36 Oooo
Called up the crew cause the beat was bumping
And they rolled up like i had beef or something
Rondell is
Nah tripling income since ninety two
My left pocket alone worth your grimy crew
What's my point I'm the unknown Bill Gates
Filthy rich MC who was born
thinner
You see he had a troubled youth
His daddy left him when he was two
His mommy was a prostitute
Every night bringing home different men getting
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breathe, now take six to the chest
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