Lyrics:
Lookin' in the mirror like am I wrong?
Nah its business nigga don't take it personal
They gave a game and my money
So when it get ugly shit ain't funny
If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody
What you know 'bout gangsta's art? (Community activists tried to make the city safe)
Feds wanna know my whereabouts
You get a headshot
Go against
ain't my first time with you
But I'm gon' show you what I do
Start your marks and get ready
Cause I'm down if you let me
You know I don't wanna
and the teeth marks embedded
But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it
The evil in your heart is, misery's home
Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
And the spaces that lie in-between
Get me back to...
Going to capture the moment
Not be bound by the hands or the sands that mark on
Love-no defined sense of time
Now I'm standin' in the room like elephant
Leading by example but you can call me Elliot
Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it
Hip, house, rap, rave,
Oh, you're 'bout to catch a flow
It'll be so lovely, so lovely
Think I should tell you tell you how it goes
You chilling with the Sok sok or that
all night, ok
We on Sunset, until the sun up
I got my goons here
So don't you run up
It could get ugly
Think I need a wing man
I'm straight from
a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack, let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we
Runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin'
At them fools, you know
gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah Dre, sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear something wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's
Got her bite marks on my neck
She’s a vampire, wow... a vampire now
She ripping my heart out my chest
Now she can’t die out... I’m fantasizing bout her
take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see
A track star, who ain't never seen the finish line
Can't confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody
On your mark, get set, go, she 'bout to dust
marks and come back, is you with me?
Mighty
The worse thing since Crack/Cocaine distributing it to the poor
By the government, oh I meant, don't nobody
ugly, and you need to
DIRTYSOUFGORILLA, it's that psychopathic killa
Don't - don't hesitate I'm bustin' my 9 Milla
Come here
Told em by any means I gotta
pack
And I don't give a fuck bout the shit that you rap
I'm off a bean though, got four more beams like a light show
Bum a lil ugly but I'll fuck your
screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got paid
since then I been knowin'
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports
Since the cradle, I've
see and Bucky, shit's bout to get ugly
Til' this day, you won't get nuttin' from me
Got? some hot seashells prolly drop you'd tell
Before the cops
portrait to mark off
I look at what I want and I always get it
You stutter a single sentence and
You instantly regret it
I bet you were taking pointers
screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid
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