Lyrics:
Fuck what it cost me
If I wanted I bought it
Bitch I'm Balling like Quannie
Bitch I'm Balling like Quannie
I say
Fuck what it cost me
If I wanted I
hella high
Curl on the dumbbell L
We can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL
Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guardin' the post
Down low in the 'jects,
on command
Low hit ya lineup, contract to expand
Passin ya stick to a chick or da man wit hottest of da hand
Shoot like Ginobili, only left hand
Hit em one,
wanted the public eye
But only in this way
I run up on gates
Give him a big gap
In that brain watch soul release catch it
Eat it then eat it
Hi diddy dumb
on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs
lucid
I'm rooted by all my blessings
My curses.. found some true in
My verses.. more than music
My purpose come with a movement
Chad P:
Through
What?
Nah she wit someone else already?
Ayo who the ...
Who the fuck is that ...
-Chorus-
Heard you been on the low
I heard you been wit' somebody
Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard
Yea, journey to the life, just journey
I'm the nigga that ain't loud
Throw C-low, never ace out
Only move
couldn't even question or quest
He just knew he was blessed
Now it's time for his BEST
I got respect for lil bro
He kept his profile low
I know y'all dig
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
the low but it's getting me higher
Free Miz, we flood your city with Lizzy McGuire
Put some stripes on your jacket son, you gotta wear it
And if your gains
you hidin' in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties, for armed robbery,
Killed two sheriffs, six of his best men with my head,
Stole two horses,
Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that there's kidnap, but
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
If i go to jail
I'ma motherfucking bond out
All these p's got trees and its hot out
Keep the door locked
Ain't no getting in my stash house
Run off
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
list
And i wanted this to be elaborate
And so stratuous
And u just slide by and wise-ey
U want another piss-ey
Is that the way you goin for his-ey
I know
his ways for name he restored my soul
Ya he helped me through the up down the highs and the lows cause I didn't know where to go
Now my focus on Jehova
wasn't my channel
Say you want somethin', you can hit me on the phone
Take a long time, we gon' get his ass gone
Die by myself, I'ma rock, V-Lone
Can't
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
know ima g shout out to a-s-a-p rocky
I keep it on low I keep it discreet
If she want the meat she pay me a fee
Brand new car push start no key
get paid
from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys
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