Lyrics:
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
P gg you know that I miss you
Made me a man yah these boys want no issues
You know that I'm givin it all like a
1 2 3 4 5 star recruit
Putting in
yachts or we can do jets whenever we lunchin' (yeah, yeah)
We doin' three at a time, no lie, this life is a bungee (yeah, yeah)
I was damn near out my
Huh? (we got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)
You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in
on A3)
Makaveli tried to warn us
But niggaz ain't listen to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga really listen to Pac
Shit yean got it yet (no)
Then you won't get
phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street niggas ain't no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron
Smoking
You ain't with Tommy no mo', who gon' protect you now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit
can't touch 'em)
Catch a nigga sleepin' in the porta-potty and
Run up on 'em then buss 'em
But I ain't tryna get in no trouble
You can ask thugger
I
my whole life
Confessed my problems like so many times that I ain't got no song type
Shorty get it on on his own, bless him, yeah, he a real nigga
swear dey reckless wit dem sticks
Been da one
Ona 2's and 3's really it
Pouring up 4's
You can keep the fifths
6 different flavors
Got me heaven sent
I
cruise by
Niggas new so they fuu
Better move by
Wit ya boo and like two
Ima smooth guy
Waking thru wit da fit
Louie shoes tied
Smokin strong off a spliff
the room
Aah, aah
Flex the gifts just like aah
Specators in awe
Got da hators like rah
The journey I'm on is spiritual
Can't dim my light, it's non-dimmable
Phonte, Rozay Ricky
It ain't all rosey like Andre say
We lost three legends, Whit, Etta James, MJ
Gotta protect the kids where I live
My pen state (Penn
beep beep I am not you
3peat ina 3 week
I need 3 rings but I can buy 2
Check da pc get no pt
I'm on preheat cause I cannot cool
Was in pe wi no clean
but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby
ain't with dime for dames
Hop back and I'm trying to aim..
At everything, that be hating my fame
Since regulatin, been lacing the game
Ain't no mistake in
bitch wanna fuck, I told her maybe
Three two young niggas going brazy
Opp thot run me top it was amazing
She give da drop, damn dis bitch amazing
over that mic
[Chorus x2]
Who am I? [2nd: What is this?]
One of a kind
Send em' one at time
You're all the same
Only separate by kick snares and names
tatted up like Wiz
Wanna fuck kelsey ain't nunna yo business
Saying where da hoes u ain't got no rizz
Green ina double cup nine on my hip ima brightmoor
at all, you got it
Baabyy
Coolin, coolin, coolin by day then at night
Workin' up a sweat!
1, 2, 3 burrr!
Coolin, coolin, coolin by day then
im da one She ask
When i hit from da back can i put down my gun
I told the lil bitch grab her shi gtf cuz im done
Ina stu off dem jammers i feel
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
(don’t let me catch you outside)
Ima spin da block 2, 3, 4x (skrt skrrrt)
Split a nigga spine
Leave em’ laying ona ground
Now dat’ bitch ona T-Shirt (now
You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [2x]
She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [3x]
I'm not dog pound but yo pussy be
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