Lyrics:
know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
H to the double-O throw that D on it
The track ain't hood unless the track got me on it
Yes sir, it's
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
Never wanna be gorgeous
Claim woke
But they sleep on us constant
Hope always clouded by greed
But I steez bout my dreams on the track
Til I vomit
Make
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
Three tracks, one month, get bodied
Never gonna stop, gonna drop, get bodied
Shouts to the brothers from
The Northside gang
Ridin' 'round in a hottie,
shot burst
I'm a motherfucking heat seeking missile seeking you
And though this track is brought to you by my homie Prod J it's still all about my
colors
Tick tacks on round wire
Spun steel spark on three rail thin lines
Late, by act of Congress and blue all the way to Forest Park
And this
I be one 1, scared a no one
Track to track, I got it going
Smoke then ash da blunt I'm blowing
Dam this like I'm overflowing
Ran this like that 36
As silent as a book, I call out
Let me sleep you monster
Eyes shut, count 1 2 3
V2
Stay right there
By the door
Where have I seen you before?
It's just my
Shown improvement
Just a shame that can't nobody make me
Day by day
Little by little by little by little I climb
Little by little by little by little I
still Write dem letters
Don’t need no army I ride by my Lonely like a tesla
They hear my track and they gone run It back like devin Hester
Yeah they gone
And I got a white representative for the popo
Don't talk to me talk to him
Make the wrong move and I sue you for m's
Chorus
F*** Gucci (3x)
Gucci
saving me by grace
The wiiisdom brought from Troha got me laughing through the pain
Yet one of them iii never met
But love is something different
Loves
Yea
Mula
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four on the track
Backing it up all I'm talking is facts
I ain't friendly you
I touched that bunda a thousand times
I want that to be mine
Don't really talk much
But on the track is fine
I like the way I write rhymes
Yeah yeah
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
of time
Wishin' I could make you mine
If I had one, two, three more nights
With you here right by my side
I'd never leave this town
So baby won't you stay
could say that this a new me
Making these ignorant tracks cause they heat
Stack up my guap all I want when I'm three
Feet down in the ground
Three more
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
service
Your lips chapped, ashy (Ashy)
They stay runnin' like a track meet (Track meet)
You talkin' big game, but ain't about what you say (Nah nah)
You
say your not getting enough
I'm being pampered by two sluts with tits
That haven't been tampered with, runnin my tongue rancid
All over nipples your
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
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