Lyrics:
goes down
I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound
In my hometown, by my own self
I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out
I'm the one they didn't
83
Did my first drive by, when I was only 8
And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase
In the blue IROC
I had the cops on my jock
Cos I
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream
I
know I'm fucking it up
Everybody wanna win but don't hustle enough
And I been out here makin' plays watch me shuffle the bucks
Yo bout my business how I
Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick?
Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog
Makin' songs for them hogs, and them
been missin' uh
Tongue kissin' in the strangest positions
Givin' you a good taste
Of the thang's you've been missin' uh
Listen i can tell by the pain in
I'mma be alright because Dizzy alright
Uh, ok, time to make my mark
I gave 'em a head start
Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't want no fraud
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
Thots by the group, by the case (yeah)
Throwin' up bandanas and flags (yeah)
Fuck the lashes off her face
Nuttin' up on her ass (Woo)
Hangin' out tinted
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya'll press rewind
Hope you
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya'll press rewind
Hope you
pride
But you and your friends you might cry
When you see that I have passed you by
Are you gonna be there
When I make my mark?
Are you gonna be
Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up gettin' march on
Your mark, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you
of terror, the era of the Evil Side
Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
Come, come, test this, let's just
See yo' face taste ??? then just this
No
crash like Bandicoot
School's out
Summer's in
I'm having fun
I'm still a kid
Vacation
Now I'm New York hangin'
I'm makin' bangers and takin' in
All
much heat
It prolly makes your head drop
Spot me in the
Rick owens trench raincoat blacked out
I'm countin' hunnids all day ‘till my hands get tired
I'm rich as a bitch you can tell by my denim
Pissin' and hissin' and spitting that venom
Haters take shots and right back
Where I send em
Made a few
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist
I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across
Georgia, we shinin
Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations
on celly and just appear like stretch marks on bellies
after givin birth you
You ain't got no money, I ain't got no time
All these faces lookin' funny when I'm drivin' by
Had to tint my whip, my name is buzzin'
Know they
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
the corner, baby
Ours for the taking
Yo
I've seen child blossom to man
Some withered and turned to murderers
Led astray by the liars, death glorifiers
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