Lyrics:
the jeans, do it work, i'm tryin to get it perfect, world gettin rocked, by a girl, around the way
system on boom, I got rattle in the trunk, the drunk go
stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready
loaded
But by golly don’t I do it so effortlessly?
Elegantly, this cheese is a delicacy
This is red wine and turtlenecks, and you shutting the f**k up
it' the real connect five, jive talk jackin, fire walkin on the tracks
don't mix me with your backup, I could sell chewed tobacco, now horn player,
lyricist
In the mix
I admit that shit
Daily
Self Motivation
Got me all patient
But I can't stop
Cuz Im waitin'
Look
I done
Wrote page after page
Crushing
mans think he needa get picked up
All of these drugs you know I liked to mix em
Stay by myself cuz I don't wanna victim
Teach a lesson but I'm not
out this zen for free
Uhhhhh swagger back, back on track
Hardly speak, I mostly rap
One quick fact, feeling like the best at that
Hit up Gainz, we got
Everyday stuntin I'm blessed
Y'all stay on government bread
Two girls but they one in the same
They mix in the love with the hate
Won't tell them my
Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?
P.A. On The Track
You Bettah Play That
Shit, shouout to the entire whole fuckin crew
Because i always miss a few
Look
Ima tell you off top to come
hardcore for fans, my indie is major
I hustle harder than the brain muscles
Of Master P and Russell combined
Do what it takes
Even if I gotta bust you with
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
Jack of all trades, but a master of none
I showed the public how to do it, now you niggas my sons
If you owing me some money, I ain’t asking for
Over they heads they ain't gon get all the lines
But it's cool do your research
That's by design
And I ain't doing what the trends say
Master class in
bitch getting hot from the words it consumes
You signing yo soul to a label
That profits and manages everything that you do
I don't abide by the system
drip expensive sweater
She act crazy I can't sweat her
Got some brand new dripping leather
Down from Pittsburgh by the rivers
Like the US Jack the Ripper
up by the SCIENCE TEAM
It's just me and the bag, took out everything between, ay
I write a lot of my songs when I'm sitting in the shower
And when I
and stirred
From this dreaded streak
Days gone by
I'm losing track of time
As I spy outside
And summer's come with columbines
I'm pining
For contact from you
get back to chasing cream
I wanna see my brothers putting on by bringing peace
A lot of brothers dying can't mix music and the streets
A couple could've
Prop 187 do Mexicans
Again and again, it's the Legends
Lucky am I on wax, and on everyone's tape
PSC the best friend of chorus
The poorest excuse
criticize my counter disappearances, you're lucky
I'm flippin', target anyone they consider above me
Start pickin' them off one by one, that would be
bitch, only thing I chase, uh, been at it for days
Everything be off the top, shit be easy when I do it
Yeah, I pulled up in a Track, bro mad cause he be
Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!
[Chorus x 1 1/2]
środkowy
Rap musi w ryj walić a porozkminiali go liczbami
A z tymi pyskatymi gimbami i don't need sparing by być wygranym
A ty masz tak masz tak ej masz tak
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