Lyrics:
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll,
to the judge
I had a heart full of love
Brother got killed, I can bet that you're smiling above
Biting the dust
Throwing my hands in the air, before saying
money yo number ain’t in my contacts,
I don’t like people anyway homie back back,
One deep is the way how I leave everyday bitch ima husla you see I
yo
It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno
Rise in my eyes, these twin 9'sll make em learn though
You poppin, plottin, plannin,
less time to
Do it to ‘em too, please, i wanna do you in
Throw it in your face
Blast and throw it back at
Me because I love confrontation
Love the words
How you want a Birkin and baby you ain't been working
But want yo face done by a surgeon
I done show you care when I'm in need you never urgent
Ima
prime time
Thought you niggas been on
Ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life,
a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Cause of fear is fear itself
Check out your own back yard
Before you check out someone else
Railroad tracks in my neighborhood
Ain't no trains
you relax?
Lean back and enjoy urself
Until the coroner comes...
oop my penis is comin out
There must be trouble in the monkeyhouse
Fever runnin cage
spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winter's night.
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So
the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if I can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has
I put the drum in the dirty grip
Dropped the whole case so you know we're lit
Throw your set up while we're riding by
Niggas spinning back
Cause you
fresh lace
Dirt Dawg merch if you want it then go get it
Throw my bucket hat on
Now I'm looking wicked
Who am I
The little guy cooling like Cube
Guess I'm
complete you might not want to be there
Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber
Lost and found in a smitten kitten's incisors
They Aphrodite all over the burgle
Bangers after bangers
You ain't even heard the best of me
No
You ain't even heard the best
When I was up in OT
Weren't no vv's on my neck
I had pebbles by
down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since
schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and i'ma throw in
me, dirt tastes dusty
My demons push me and rush me
They got me by the throat like a goat
So I wrote these notes that everybody can see
You know
me, dirt tastes dusty
My demons push me and rush me
They got me by the throat like a goat
So I wrote these notes that everybody can see
You know
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