Lyrics:
a truce
Lowkey a nigga recluse
No reboot
There could never be a part 2
But apart from the crew
I can still tear apart every single one of you
Uh
Rendezvous
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
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
I don't fuck wit them niggas I know that they bitches
I had a message but already sent it
No this ain't tag but baby I been it
We in a two door
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate
Men jeg har vært down med rap
Siden jeg hørte på Snap
Spør gutta i crew'sa mine
Er født i en by en jungel av betong
Jeg veit vi bor i Norge men yo
the wave (yeah)
Like Afro Samurai the way I live by the blade
The criminal kind
Niggas get clapped for they cake
(ba ba ba ba) half of ‘em fake
I don't hear
everyday mon ball
Bad guy bere lowo Sumbo
Nothing mankind no go ever see
Even Jesus Christ hated by the pharisees
Critics go con go like the DRC
I just dey
Don't know what to say to me
But she's intrigued by the diamond cut watch
The black silk socks, the video is on the pock
Let's move the party to the Doc
niggas is used to it
I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages
300 dollars say you ain't live yet
Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver
with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein had me losing my mind
With your zodiac sign, my perfect match, in fact
I'm compatible with anything from Mio
you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
Na na now what na na now what
Check it out
Verse 2
I'm teachin cats
How to live with
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
grooving to precise
We knew the price to rule the mics and know we paying dues
They saying who those D-Low brothers who be slanging crews
Parlay
by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
bundles, but he's paid dues
Wild type of dudes, wild type of crews
Run wild in jungles, caged up in zoos
Most niggaz feel it, some niggaz fear it
Eye
chick
Look at them change they faces when they see how we live
You and a blunt by my side, I’m getting lit
You on the left side while I’m pressing
finger in the air by the way
Uhh
Forever young I hope I die rich
One of my idols died around 26
Kids Idolising me what that mean for me
Forever young I
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