Lyrics:
with my head[01:05.84]Low-key in my thoughts, cause bitch, I'm crazy in the head[01:08.42]My homie hit a bitch[01:09.74]Man, his ass Chris Brazy in
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
mix (yeah)
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with
Sipping on 42 vibing
No jack in the box but I came out poppin
Amiri jeans I don't do the robins
I done ran up the money came a long way from
by my lonely(alone)
Your eyes are open but you can't see(na)
Nigga you don't know me(na)
You can't control me(na)
I be by my lonely(alone)
Your eyes
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
worried bout paper that shit coming later
Harder coming levels but it's all about the player
Hit a lil *inhale* now we flying with the angels
Vibes are
via phone conversations
I mix and match 'em, platinum and gold links
A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link (Pusha and Gold link)
take no days off[01:12.40]2020 all these money started coming took my moma off the hood I had to level up[01:16.95]started grinding for my mama this
I heard some pussy niggas lookin' for me
Make me go get them niggas cookin' for me
This shit is gangsta in this gumbo mix
Stir that gumbo with
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
off the cages and never hit, they be poor like piss[02:05.12]It's sad to say that I'm just being real[02:07.22]No time to party, I gotta level up
Steven
In the mainstream, the home team banging them with these hits
In the mix (mix) flowing like some motherfucking swordfish
Think it is when it
the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas
guns by the door fuck a security system[02:16.98]180 degrees turn the intruder to the victim[02:19.54]Best believe it was the last resort if I hit
Outside walking i got
Caught in the rain
Tipsy cars driving by me I'm
Crowding the lane
Ohh I'm sorry i got
Lost in my brain
All of these voices
Not one
featuring The Fugees
WJ: Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers
lightly[00:50.83]Woah, yeah, that signal's how they call on me[00:53.90]Love when the pressure is all on me[00:55.76]New updates to the lifestyle, when I hit your phone,
paulie by the dresser got
Paulie by the dresser
Baby this my special
Take that paulie and that hypno then you mix that bih together
Put you on another
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
on Sepulveda
Anointed players who coin phrases, that's metal paper
Level layers, several shades of grey, submission for it
Milf lover under silk covers who
She fell in love with the crowd and arenas
I need that real love that Martin and Gina
Nineteen forty two I sip by the liter
She fell in love with
'Sup with all these wack niggas, man?
Telling me about hits and shit
They don't even know the meaning of no hit
Yo, beyond regular, this LA
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