Lyrics:
coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars; it ain't on, and I
Keep doin'
ain't restin' till the whole team sittin pretty
With the family
Lord, God, I pray we never change
And with my enemies all around me
I know
They catchin'
one life (Stupid)
It ain't bout the money, nigga
I ain't tryna fight
(No, no, no, get it right)
I was down bad and that shit wasn't right
(Damn)
I got
he ain't gangsta, Terrence Williams
Tchouppa City Baby, got the hood goin' ape shit
Niggas false claimin' like they cool, hate that fake shit
Niggas
of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know
Mind on my paper
Ain't got time for a hater
Sittin real pretty while I'm in the scraper
If it ain't about money see you later
They say I have
Can’t wait till the pretty day that we make it out whoa ho
Strong minded we some Kings know it’s in our blood suwoo
Need something to stimulate me
ain't really fine, all I'm tryna do is eat (Pause)
You know I do it for The League
Flow so cold, I'm just coolin off the beat
Erybody talkin bout I better
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
little ditty
Just for you an' it ain't pretty
And you can't sing along
So goodbye, farewell, so long
I'm gone
I'm gone like a southbound freight train
and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man, don't fight it, damn
and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man, don't fight it, damn
seat
Someone after a diamond in a fancy case
That needs a ride outside for some high speed chase
Would have to go it alone
Because that ain't for me
I
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play
call her Venus, no William
Shit,
Head while I drive got me swerve
Fuck on her friend,but it wasn't my intent
Keep throwing back, she going to leave
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back (back, back)
Yeah, yeah yeah, ay
What it is Block?
Boyz N Da Hood
Let's ride, nigga
Ay, ain't no
Hunm! Viral Vibez (Was I there)
Efex Efizy
Every time we Shakespeare like Williams (Haa)
Sitting back to write out the rhythm (Hey)
So the Vibez
everybody smiling laughing
I just bought a drink
Downtown all alone
Searching through the names
Getting lost in my cell phone
It ain't pretty
It
right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
toters, ain't they wise? Totin' their lunch made by their wives.
How to be a lunch toter, if I may emote it. Gitchy wife to fix it. Go to work and tote it
My nigga
Won't you tell Perth where
The fuck you from?
I'm from the land of the gangbang
Since I was little
Ain't a goddamn thang changed
It's
and the crew
Ain't showered in days
It's brisket for lunch and pizza at night
Load-in, load-out, "good morning
" "good night"
Comin' in hot and leaving in
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