Lyrics:
Like Young Joc, 9/11 it was going down
Smoking the pound
Drowning in ounces of that Duce
Party party, yeah we all get wasted
But I ain't realizing all
9/11 they're like
"Someone call the cops!"
9-1-1 Emergency
"I saw a Muslim on my block!"
Where's that sense of urgency when children getting shot?
16
after 9/11 it ain’t faze us
We just hit the ground running with the gauge clutched
Once that cracker got a noose either you learn how to shoot or they
Porsche 9/11 not talkin bout bombs
Swear that I'm up way before my alarm
RIP Nip can't believe that he's gone
RIP Nip can't believe that he's gone
But
Camo troops with oil gallons on the backpack
Plot twist santa dropping up A big pack
9/11 was just " i don't wanna say that " Woooh
I'm not like any
the 9/11 bombing
Miss me with conspiracies
Gods been more real to me than the Big Bang theory
So what you got to say to me?
You ain't got no words to say
of a coupe in a line
9/11 on my wrist looking Krispy Kreme
Yo I need the cream
Cash money out the seam like literally
Dropping racks on the team
Yuh 45 stacks
Or reply with how you doin
Or bout what you sayin (Hey)
Ok enough with the god flow
Oh my god Notre dame
Notify, 9/11 tho
Money comes
Easy Peasy lemon
creeping
On be on the same plane
When I’m going up
I hope it’s not 9/11
She sucking on backstreets
When she hiding me
I feel like she sucking a Terrorist
you hear boom
N****s start looking confused
I been the one
Every since 9/11 was true
N***a before I was two no cap
Big dawg scream out woo
Still in my
gas, no station
Get you a replacement
Trynna test my patience
Got houses cross the nation, yuh
Porsche 9/11
Ruger as a weapon
Counting up my blessings
Up
From 9/11 to Saddam Hussein
Osama bin Laden, I am going insane
All this bullshit ridden in the news
Subliminal delusions of what they choose
Social media encyclopedia of the truth
Pseudo-scientific real news
9/11 was an inside job
The moon landing faked
Climate change is a hoax
Bill Gates is
sticks
Im gone let it talk
9/11 on the sheets
She gone blow me off
Yung Z, Thats my Nigga from the Capital
I'm gone pay your momma
And your sister sucking
I've been saying all this and all that about this and all that just because
I just might speak on the heavens, cold wars, 9/11
Or speak about drugs
cooked food
Cute face she's a 10, body is eleven
Something's growing in my pants, reverse 9/11
Damn i'm sweating, she keeps shaking
She's the best I ever
this engine roars
9/11 Skirt off Porsche
Don't bring up nothing before
We gone make it a lifetime course
Endless Kombat, with Michael Kors
In Mexico
Oh
9/11 What’s your emergency
Yes, I’d like to make a missing person’s report.
It’s my daughter umm I haven’t seen her since last week
She’s not
the fuck you talking to bout
20 to death?!
My nigga
Bush did 9/11 and he came out with less
Shout out to every patriot that's bustin caps in duress
Shout
steel beams
George Bush, can't even read
And 9/11 was quite obviously an inside job
And the government thinks all of us are millions of pawns
They listen
I'm pulling up
Boutta make 9/11 look like silly stuff
Bitches wanna be like wah-wah I'm boujee
I take versace necklace and I rap around her coochie
Take
know none bout that
Yea you know we got it all
Empire State, we standing tall
9/11 couldn’t keep us down
Now ground zero had a turnaround
Times Square is
of a father
I pick up the phone dial then hang up then I never bother
I hate that bitch with a passion
Cause everything I was building she 9/11 my plans
It all
An evil so deep seeded no matter how many share with them
It seems to me that never will this era end
Remember the Alamo, never forget 9/11
You tell me
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