Lyrics:
beat (??) by seven and i spark a hood
people low profile and i watch my back
cuz its hard to know where da perpatraing brothers at
look around these
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
how our niggas still around
Nevetheless I find myself
Doing the same thang
Drop another album for the block
And try to get my change
And deep beneath
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
person head
Married to the game traditionally
Divorce papa we get better understanding I'm made boy
Wanne this is a trip to the south
You can travel by
Slide with me, ride with me
Baby come and die with me
Fly with me, hold my fire for me
And bitch I’m tipping off that drank when I’m down south
I’m with
'm knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its
for bar
Gotta keep my head up, cannot swallow my pride
Better than kendrick lamar, i sleep on my side
I show this song to somebody from south america,
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
the south just like Pimp C
Pull up by myself like I'm 10 deep
Them nigga's just hating that's envy
Turned a vet from a motherfucking 10 speed
Wanna bet got
When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring
You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh
(Breath) proceed with caution,
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
the number one album, ou
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ouu
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ouu
All you gotta do is be with Christ (facts!)
Niggas
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
rocking microphones
Sin, sin
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes,
drive by baby
calle mine frönde wenni drip bruch
niemer het me ziit, mer send zu busy förne bitchmove
ds goht vo zofige bes id south south bronx
bitch du
drive by baby
calle mine frönde wenni drip bruch
niemer het me ziit, mer send zu busy förne bitchmove
ds goht vo zofige bes id south south bronx
bitch du
now ain't these niggas cold
And I'm still here so what the deal nigga
Five albums in and I'm still a real nigga
Dropped the whole thang on the crib
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