Lyrics:
to the mud in your eye
Yeah
[Chorus: ]
I'll be back
And sitting up high on the saddle
All I want
Is to do it once more
Let me get through that door
my real name
I won't say a thing
Let 'em know
In the fucking pit
Screaming RIP
Yeah they thought I wouldn't level up
Do that shit again
Yeah they
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken
Outspoken, I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean west coastin'
Don't let
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
coughed a lot. My family were coughing at me, I could tell my mum didn't want to cough, but it was a thing that everyone saw as something to do because my
this shit my nigga, this how I live my G
The only thing they do to me is bury me six feet
This California weed im smoking
Just hit it one time I'm
Im just tryna do my thing
I don't give a fuck what ya bitch think
Im just tryna do my thing
I don't give a fuck what a nigga think
Why is it so hot?
do it
My block, let's do it
Now that's that shit, that makes me zone the fuck out
In the club and get thrown the fuck out
Now ain't that a bitch, if
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
Do you work it out one by one
Or played in combination
You throw out your gold teeth
Do
finna do
You butter not have on no chain taking yo shit boy my niggas insane
Don't come across me boy stay in yo lane
Sniper hit you boy we straight
man I thought that you was different, even let you be my crew
I ain't trippin', got a new bitch, matter of fact I got bout two
That's a couple on me
on everything
Grab at the brass ring
Brass in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling
Sing!
Cash rules everything around me, CREAM
Rags to riches, it's the American
bands
Big step
Take a peak (Take a peak)
Look at my eyes tell me what you see (What you see)
New roles
Same script
Play for keeps (Play for keeps)
Man
(Let's go)
I got hoes and I got love for
Every single one (Let's go)
Gang wit me
You know it's bands on
Every single one (Let's go)
The way she dance
She
makes me proud that Louis Armstrong was a Zulu King.
That let me know from an early age, I could do just about anything!
I'm so New Orleans, man this
asked my whole life
I got these bitches by my side show me how to love right (sike)
I got a feeling that my near future gonna be bright (bright)
An if you
you ever disrespect me
And then go and invest into a grocery store
Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now
I do
a bus on this particular thing
Oh!
Yeah
Tell me one thing: do you like my new car?
Oh yeah! it's a...pavilion, isn't it?
Oh, not just a pavilion, it's
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
the money man
Hunned bands hunned bands
Watch me do the money dance
Hunned bands a feature
I make bread off my depression Meech shit
If you cute and wanna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
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