Lyrics:
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
Breakin' in the mitten, my nigga was sellin' Whitney (break)
Niggas come and get it 'cause I got a lower ticket (lower ticket)
What a fucking feeling
breakin down
Runnin from the past all I want is to get out
I'm back in my home town
Stuck in my ways I belong in a grave
I'm out
I had a feeling long time
[Run]
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame with my name came a tune
The King of Rock, there is none higher
God
Tryna split-up all the dough, all my dogs gettin on
Up early in the morning, finna twist up all the dope
Just hold me down, keep it real
Pray to God
somethin' so full of vengeance
That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism
Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in
get into this lets take a little leap
Back in time before this shit get really deep
Selling cocaine this shit was far from cheap
Little by little
Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm
my doe up,
Man haffi get by get mines
I ent got no time to slow up,
Watch how next time my neck shine, sussi don't wanna see man glow up,
Dem man
Manifesto, this is what we want to see happen
for my peoples still breakin graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and exact my life's my
on the cottage
And you a nigga to turn his back on a bitch
Like I ain't got it and forget that
Bratty type spoiled by the best black Caddy escalated '99 edition
to drown
I learned to get back up by fallin' down
For all the walls that block my soul
And held me back before
I wanna thank you
For breakin' down the door
bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)
Fifty thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (one hunnid)
Pull up in that
around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo
Climbin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new
Spilling Gin and jungle juice, and I got
it last till my day come
But if i go bloody i also pray that my daughters young
Yeah i got bread but i aint breakin none
These niggas claim bad till i
breakin' your heart,
All we got is just a bad, bad blood
You want me down crawlin' on my knees,
You want to watch me suffer slowly by degrees,
Hard
remember
We were trappin' in and out the dope, I remember
Miss Shirley's house breakin' down them things, I remember
I used to serve my partner momma,
back
Billie was a white man's son living in a one room shack
And split those days in the Alabama heat
We shared what we had but we never have enough
on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin
Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do
Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever TRU
[Chorus]
(I thought you knew, Mia X,
bag, fill it with cash, den we gon blast yuh yuh
Couting them stacks, while we in class, breakin our bread yuh yuh
Shawty a snack, I blow out her back
situation
At this moment, I can't tell you why
It's all true, you go back in your position
I'll say it straight girl, you're breakin' my back
I turn right
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by
on
Constant filter for the tension in my tea
I turned my back to the fuckin' world
'Cause they can't rock with me
I'm on attack, over-animosity
Yeah, fuck
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