Lyrics:
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
cents
Use your six sense, To represent
On this, Rhythm
Giving, It, Your smooth steps
That's what I'm trying to tell you
Never get to turnt, to twist your
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
influential
My money might be your essential
My blow up might be accidental
Thankful to me being a rebel
Against all the hatred, fake love ill take it make it
the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
to the Bentley
Broke niggas would wrench it
Tryna keep the peace but
Hoe niggas prevent me
Rich shit nigga, y'all 99 cent cheap
I don't give a fuck boy, all my
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
baja crunk
Mr. Conk
Now it is the next day
I think I'm gonna pray
I'm just kidding
I got angels that I gotta slay
I'm the demon Lucifer
Recruited by
ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit
and five to the chest
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
up on the flight
Couldn't watch the time fly by
Turning to a king
I was a prince like cyhi
Bet the music slap every time we ride By
Dawg I'm on the 5
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
old school making new moves
Amused by these characters and cartoons
How many emcees on a black moon end up lost in this shit?
That's it
Can't follow
old school making new moves
Amused by these characters and cartoons
How many emcees on a black moon end up lost in this shit?
That's it
Can't follow
Body in the matrix
Surgical
It’s by design
Known for catching wreck but I can manage it
Revving up my engine
A mechanic with a manuscript
Balancing my
you need to pick a different goal
Business with my folks, but a nigga still up in this hole
Switching up my roles, it be like "what the fuck I'm living
change shit up
Can't console shit when the game went up
Boy i really hate saks 5th, I'm a star and in the making you a asterisk
Bitch a bag getter, you
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
help
You better do it for yourself, and just tighten up your belt
No excuses will be felt, forever do it for yourself
Instrumentals are experimental
Heard you ain't recognized
Its been a long time ya prime
Thought you white wine but you was all kinds
Pick you up in my whip and by your hips
Staring
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
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