Lyrics:
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
climbin', I was tryna reach my peak (My peak, my peak)
And, I got brothers with me clutchin' on that heat (That heat, that heat)
You step up wrong, they gon'
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
muddafukin' best life
Loved by many hated by few
Cos I'm scandalous
Too real fake people can't handle us
Operate from Africa to Los Angeles
Slanging hot
handle
What are you fighting with? You're blade is damantled
You're beliefs may be bright, but uncomfortable drafts of wind
May breeze by and blow out that
they can't handle your dreams
I don't care about your past
It don't matter to me
Heavy is the crown
Worn by a beautiful being
You been through your
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
Can we go back to the days, when everything was okay
You took away all my pain, but now I'm stuck in the rain
It's kinda hard to explain, I really
That the time is now so my brother, quit stalling
Cuz its a you problem, and can't nobody else solve it
Cuz only you its involving
So while the sun
to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It's not your enemy who get you
It's
crazy right now
It hurts, and I can't do much about it
'Cause I ain't catching no cases
And baby I ain't doing no time, for you
In the heat of passion
Surprise birthday party I didn't see this cake, comin'
I need this money like its EMA
You gotta separate the rats from the G's
If you can't handle cheese
laying down bricks on the yellow brick road
While you pussy niggas bitchin' sitting on the front row
My lil brother dead why did he have to go
You niggas
you can say what you want but I was taught on the streets
That if a brother didn't work, then he didn't eat
"You don't work, you can't eat"
You will not be able to stay home, brother
(cyo, welcome to Generation Wavy yo)
The revolution will not be televised
cyo, yuh, yuh, yuh
cyo,
free your mind
Know this life is dark but as time goes by it will shine
If you can smile then it fine
wipe your tears don't you cry everything Gon be
I’ve been chasing my dreams now for 10 damn years
Could’ve had a normal life if you didn’t convince me
I’d make it big by now so screw you Disney
I was
chargin by the punchline
10,000 thousand hours now I'm dumb nice
Instead of bein you y'all posin as the thug type
That's why you ain't cuttin like
lovin’ my drip
If you not part of the gang
Then you can’t tell me shit
My niggas say fuck what it was
Cuz nigga it is what it is
Ima just handle my
(Lights)
Laminates, cameras, ice (Ice)
4 am morning flights (Flights)
Uh I don't think you can handle that pal
I don't think you can handle this crowd
blessings just like bonus
That grave was empty can't see where the bone is
I'm with my brothers in Christ like Jonas
Vanish from sin like hocus pocus
God hit
the showroom, the shit can breathe
Fix your weave, behold my expertise
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you
Bic ain't legible
Jonas Salk fuck polio
Dontcha know
Overdose by motorboat
Coca-Co blow my nose
Her nose look like Buffalo
Know it got that hella snow
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