Lyrics:
the mountain top
By any means, that means I'm not gon' stop
Fuck being popular, I'm-a keep it hot
Numero uno, caballero, I'm takin' that spot
I can't be worried
a winner Charlie Sheen (Sheen)
Divide my enemies, I get guap by any means (Mean)
Double G's on me, kinda make me feel complete (Yeah)
Nikes on my feet,
Don't get scared
Just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9 busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your
of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole
Chorus:
Backyard Pain
Front yard beef
Just came home with a fresh black eye my G
Seeing these fights all week
Buddy got jumped in the locker room
He
Slimey
Killa Cali streets made me grimey
Killa Cali streets made me grimey
Rewind
Music helps me unwind
Lost time is hard to find
Out of my mind
Lost in
hollarin' at people passin
By the front gate yo streets is packed
Music is bumpin'
Matter of fact, you can catch me puffin' on haze
Playin old school track
was red lobster
First Ritz right 'cross tha street
Yasins we usedta eat
I'm from tha A, i was born in tha V
I was raised in tha G, my neighbors was G's
This was all new to me
Fuck that foolishry
The streets was a zoo to me
By how it was doing
I ain't know what the struggle could really do to me
Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail
To our loved ones, and deceased
Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.)
Rest in peace,
You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago
Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon
We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's
freeze MC's at maximum degrees
?? from the street when I ripped apartments
And the Corman suites
Two and a half units available, bass you can't
tear up the street go ahead play the beat
I see people sayin’ the industry shit
But I pass it by go on with my day real quick
They sayin’ don’t sign
seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
Word to yam a few got rich and swam
while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
It's over, no closure cars
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery
She knows
Like Cole Woah woah
Go out at 12 get back by 4
Be back by toast
That rager rager stay with ghosts
I stay real close
But tend to tend
game we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my
concrete
Keep it G with the money, I ain't gotta lie about shit
I don't need your money, I can buy my shit
Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch
He
mention my name, everybody
Getting the drum, for fun, look
I don't let a fuck nigga by me
Cuz they just wanna be under a King
Like Kyrie
Niggas took
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
believe it's Excellence
Now can you see the I man yet?
Living in the Bahamas
Washington Street
You can find me by my mama
Can you see the I man yet
Sitting
Run the streets all day
Trying to make it home
Can't go til all the product gone
By the bag or by the zone
Got plastic, steel, and chrome
And I ain't
Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacramento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a bitch
Keep me all up in yo' shit,
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
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