Lyrics:
Motherfuckin' Dre (ah)
What's up, my nigga?
What's up, Nas?
Chillin', God
Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga
Yeah,
wild
My pro styles is wild
People know it, they just don't show it
They try to hold it emotions, cuz my deepst notion
Will leave their devotion in
My Gaming Roblox
(Verse 1)
Logging in, the adventure starts,
In the world of Roblox, we all play our parts,
Building dreams, block by block,
My
that leads to another scenic point in their life to see
I read my lyrics with red in the cup, I can flip someone's life just by handing them a coin in
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
have to list off all the people thinkin'
That I won't fit in
They been doubtin' me for years
Time to show them what it is, yeah
If you don't know by now,
wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
think I'm gonna study that game
Be a Con man myself some day
Just one thing's botherin' me
I might be conning myself, by the way
It's a quarter past
wanna question, you pro'lly should get to steppin'
Cause you 'bout to hear the lesson of twenty minus eleven
Enter in my castle and you'll bow down
locked up, then read books to pass the time (woo)
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I
I'm going to school
With my boys Lloyd and Johnathan, in the afternoon we back in the hood
We actually would
Whenever we could
Go to each others'
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me
Quickly drop non-stop rec shot
What I took on the road
have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
so I ain't playin Captain Save a Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester
a hyena
Taking a chance wouldn't last if you ask Mr. Martyr
If you're sicker than sickle-cells then follow me in hell I'm possessed by the devil
Brand
the nonsense
We bring the real, like Pro Tools
Never gross 500 mil and we out in Brazil
In the green like Blanka
Bonkers tell 'em Top Dawg is here
Back
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg
daddy do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
and I feel like Im goin pro, pro
Players is puttin' up builds, builds
Grinding this game by the day, day
Cracked at the game and I'm hitting my shots,
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
Where Brooklyn at?)
She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?)
Ladies and Gentleman
It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim,
Bark loud, I'm an underdog kid
Dark games, but I'm not signed in
Patience better pay my shit
Long knife, gonna chop some meat
Bark loud, I'm
that trolling
Now look who decides to shoot, he's got his way up in this game
I could see just by your looks, I bet you tryna imitate
Pro'lly hit a bird
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