Lyrics:
clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
a misfit trying fit in
This ends when I stand up
And see the hands that are standard
Holy is the lamb (Holy is the Lamb)
Now we holding you to man up 'cause
man.
I told ya boy, he said he was comin' down there man justÂ…
get on in to it man you know?
Don't be sittin' around, lookin' like you a clown man
that club boy it's a lotta eaters
These hoes be cuffed and still gone fuck, boy it's a lotta cheaters
Swear these hoes be hot and ready like they little
and that, what you talking about?
Come on, man, this is just lyrics, blud
Easy, easy, aight, easy, easy
Talking that talk, I was a fucking bad boy in
Are you in the Mafia? Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime"
I'm in the waste man
Nigga I'm just trynna get the pape
disguise, ain't showing any remorse
But that's just hearsay
It's not some shit you need to see to fear it anyway
I got a bachelor's degree in capping by
a headshot
All day scooping dog shit
Like I'm Craig's pops
Been the scam star, bitch
I'm feeling like the vet now (Scam star)
Pop out with that twelve gauge
sayin', you better get runnin' in
When you see us comin' in, that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
Turn you and your homies to a big-ass puddle, man
Shout-out Ice Trey
this
Gotta multiply my bitch
Add it up two times divided by six
I heard some niggas is talking 'bout me but it turns out them niggas is little bitty boys
be lame they ass flukey
Keep getting chased by all these groupies
Whole lotta whole lotta red feel like Carti man
Whole lotta whole lotta drugs it's
things and leave
There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand
I seen a lotta things in my life time
That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man
to get where I'm at
I push a little this, I push a little that
But now that the game has let me
In I ain't never goin back
And man you can bet that
Havin
And the uncertainty and disparity you feel is shared by many
Full blown student loans got me in depression zones
Saddest part about it I know that I'm not alone
Takin'
Next day the boys were bored
That summer she was all in fo' sure
Takes us outside please I've begged before
Hello Mr. Teacher I wanted to see ya
Balls
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
Chilling with Drake and Im loving the views
Got girls by the 2s
They ain’t in the pews
They on they knees keeping me amused
Man it seemed like I was dreaming
that
Bout to get lit I be getting all my shit back
Back in 19 used to have a lotta books stacked
I don't want talk about all that
Times up
Bitches in my
deeper in the well boys dig a little deeper in the well
If you want a good cool drink of water you gotta dig a little deeper in the well
A good man needs
these Refugees from deep Roots
Rampagin' with a Juice Crew this Killarmy Militia Laylow in a Coup
Man the Sunz are fighting on a Black Moon
Smif N Wessuns
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
And there's jubilee
Gonna be a whole lotta glee, guarantee (yeah)
Now a days man they say I'm on
Been a while since they said that
I don't fuck with you
Randos
left that shit up in the past (nah)
I ain't stoppin' for them boys 'cause the coupe too fast (skrrt, I'm gone)
Call me John Cena 'cause these niggas
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