Lyrics:
been with me a while
A million steps, a thousand miles, too late to stop now, I'll
Never be through repayin you for everything you've done
Put that on my
old school
A nigga like me just don't lose
How the fuck can I take an L
When I been playing by my own rules
I get inside and I start freaking the system
at your fingertips
Talking with your hands will have me listening for days
And tell your friends that all of my friends feel the same
Models is
the border
Y'all impressed with all the densest
That's incentive to go harder
And attack with all my rhymes
I'm a master of these lines
I'm a man, that's by
to a dragon then a raven
Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim
Your style is prenatal
I got the hand that rock the cradle
Fully auto mac under
graffiti my tongue sprays fonts on coliseums
My mind paints Basquiat style ideas
I sculpt with colors that’s just how I is
I can’t be beat what am I the Biz
passin' with flyin' colors
And these nasty habits is snappin' to make the haters stutter
Stick and move pursue that funky Latin groove
That O.G. Style
one
She just told me its the last one
Left that girl all by her house now
Guess it's time to get the cash now yeah
I just want the money on the low
She
not stoppin')
Charge ahead, I'ma lead my people strong
Forging a path to ensure that we make it home (We make it home)
This road has been long and I’m
motherfuckers of what I do
I’ve never been a motherfucking punk like you
I’m a man of my word, better take in account
That Imma go off with my tongue like pew
the style for you
Relieve the stress that's weighing on your mom for you
If this world were mine then we relocating
Somewhere with palm trees and pre rolls
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These
But get me on this mic
And I strike like boom
Bring you dynamite
From nine to noon
This style you like
Well my album's arriving soon
People didn't know
gold, wit my fist to the sky
I got hypnotized by visions of my own inadequacy
Emphatically got mad at myself, and others who were mad at me
Is rap
louder, go talk to your pope
They say it's hood but they just smokin' dope
What you expect when that's all that they know
So get out my face
When I'm gone
cuz slacking N-O
Walk in the door step to the counter play it off and smile
Yo whats up whats happening man see homeboy that's my style
Slide a peice
[VERSE 1: JAY]
can’t match the style nor the pow-uh
ain’t no way the fi re getting doused
lowkey bawse the ones that ain’t with it we send ‘em out
9
God sent me to make this pathway for all of my niggas
And after me this shit just won't be the same
but you don't know that
It's something about me
Throw a party, cognac by the cases
Your gonna wanna tape it
Hey, you're standin in the way
Move, ya better make a move
Hey, you know you gotta gimme my
Or pickin the locks
If they don't let us in
Like pac said
I'm locked in
Uh
But
Not jail
That ca never be me
Either way
My Mind'll remain free
I got a Skeleton
falling asleep
Flow unpredictable by any means
I be despicable violent with schemes
This style enticing like dangling keys
Speed on the streets while
a dream it was a talent
Ever singer has a voice that fits its own unique style of music
Young Deano
Red bambino
Cool steelo
Nike freezo
Colder in this music
she say she got a friend she can bring along
Hit them to my playlist that's a sing along
Stupid, let's do it
Fuck me like you owe me
Stroke till you hit
fault but mine
I know that you hate me
It's nobody's fault but mine
Once again it's on, 357 chrome
Damn what's goin' on in my maggot dome
A pill poppin',
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