Lyrics:
and use the pay phone when I ran out of minutes
I can tell by your homie tone that y'all ain't bout your business
Big homie always use to put me on he
to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille
Handin' out crack got the scene poppin' off
They not sleepin' on 'em the fiends is noddin' off
For real tell me how
Ugh
Started out young and wild running bare feet
Back in adolescence living so carefree
Mama scraping by we survived barely
Started getting high so
Cause I'll tell my niggas go get 'em/
They gon' roll up hit 'em with the hand of God (Pow)/
Got a bad bitch riding with a man at home/
But I give her
the illest
And the flow the chillest
he rap about the realest
Told em I would killed this
Tell labels y'all should deal this
It's nice and we all feel this
No
up at the curb
I ain't ever seen a corpse
I won't let 'em be the first
Less than pennies is their worth
Couldn't sell it on a shirt
So just focus
Like you done done it now
Lame niggaz shouldn't come around
Elmer Fudd how I hunt em' down
Judge Dredd aiming at your head
I can tell you niggaz got
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
the clown
My venom's all on the prowl
So watch me dance on you now
So what'cha tell'em? Bye, bye
I keep on rising so high
You know my gangsta so hot
I love
(Nope)
Don’t ask why I’m not Hannibal (Yeah)
No assists I don’t pass the ball (I don't)
I get through life by faking 'em all (Yeah)
Tryna' get threw me but
get with 'em
[High Beam]
Ah!
[Chorus]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody want to die
on the net just know I'll say it yo face (TO YO FACE)
Told that loser from the jump that he financial aid (DTP, WHERE MY MONEY)
Grab em' by the collar if he
niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my pay stubs
My niggas getting right, smoking
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
(too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them
And lick two shots in the atmosphere (uh)
(Yeah, yeah) put 'em up, put 'em up
(Uh, uh, uh, put 'em up, put 'em up) yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah,
in the sky like 30' inch tires
I know they can tell by the way that we slide we onna' rise
You haters look goofy while we makin' movies boy we onna'
the feds got em
Call it what you want it, just can't call me broke boy
And I'm dirty, go out my way to fuck yo ho boy
Its muddy mixed with purple, say it
Rap scene too obscene, boy it’s r-rated
Just do us all a favor, put a sock in it
Y’all busy serving bars with a Glock in it
And wonder why these kids go
dream of a lover, babe,
To say the things I long to hear
So come closer baby,
Oh and whisper in my ear
Tell me, you're my girl
And I'm your boy
That
levels
Put yo faith in up above
Start hearing what they tell you cause
You gone need some love on these
Levels
Be prepared for whatever
You gone need to be
to do that, no
I'm finna run up the score, I'm finna run up the stats
Aye
Tell me who holdin me back, yuh
Ain't no one holdin me back
Ain't no holdin
had to remind 'em
Lately been cooling, lately been chillin', been on my own vibe
I don't wanna think, I don't wanna move, scared of own my mind
Boy I'm
only just begun (Just begun)
Ready set go, hear the gun (You hear that pow)
Tryna catch up? Already won (Already won)
Not from mehico but I am the Juan
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