Lyrics:
his prime
But my crossover mean and my shot still fine
And I wasn't moving weight the whole time
But my sales pitch sick getting 50 for a dime
Big homey
just me and you against the shot clock
Please show me what it's all about
As I
Trace the contours of ya mouth
Right here pitch perfect
I'm ready I earned
my niggas knew what time it was
A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed
And baby, I ain't just a little off, I'm unplugged
Haha, you know I, crack
my niggas knew what time it was
A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed
And baby, I ain't just a little off, I'm unplugged
Haha, you know I, crack
right)
Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that heart out
Might get robbed or shot if
right)
Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that heart out
Might get robbed or shot if
a brain deh pon a flyer (One)
It a wire get a suit and pick a prayer (Pick)
Rifle shot a flick a vehicle split a tyre
Nine bines a run up in a yuh body
your reach
I know this might be outside your norm
They be throwing shots but still can't reach
I know my pitch it ain't ordinary gotta get a Lil mo a Lil
Black man with a pitch, ain't no catching
And you let all this extra shit get in the way of your blessings
Take this as my message, we ain't none of us
billionaire (Lotta money bro)
Hey the law can't touch me (Nu-uh)
Calling shots when I ball, can't bust me (Nu-uh)
When I'm acting like a billionaire
Like
Give him one shot that's trauma
Yo Give him one shot that's trauma
Give him one shot that's trauma
Step in Balenciaga
Give him one shot that's trauma
Huh
Silly rabbit you know tricks is for kids
Niggas been capping I'm calling ya lids
She been shooting her shot putting in her bid
She my lil vixen
cops
U pitch around a snitch Dennis Eck show respect wit the tec boy take 8 shots
From the beretta
Nigga don't be comin round here with that on don't u
add out
Talkin' crazy, go get your ass shot in the mouth
Sticks dirty, I crashed out, nigga, time to swap it out
Mask on, gloves dirty, left a nigga
looking at the stars
Thinking "where do i start?"
But i'm not gonna stop
I said it before that i'm not gonna stop
When it comes to these shots, ima flip
Done my time of running away
Dodging idiots the old fashioned way
My home the ditch work out my pitch
Waiting for another red helmet slayer
Push,
Dark this heavy past
Tension over talking
Dark this heavy past
Tension over talking
Ever creepy creep me out
Quiet soft pitch scratchy throat
to break loose and get real loud
A straight shot shooter mixed in with the beer drinking crowd.
Four shots, a hot night, one girl she's the life
it's on sight
Told her eat it up, don't bite
She a freak I won't wipe it
Got demons, I gotta fight it
You won't ever sleep at night
Can't pitch 'em, I'm
slow it down and flag the lad
And let him ride the train.
The conch train made its turn
Down the Smathers Pitch
When Shrimper Sam with a snorkle eye
Put your middle fingers up
Take a shot, throw it up and don't stop
I'm, I'm, I'm living that life on the dark side
(Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Every
You're a tough tail-gunner in a pitch black Chevy
Cruising in the moonlight
Ooh your aim is steady
Your eyes are hungry and your hands are ready
dude, you gotta push it all through
you got this but dream bigger otherwise you're digging your tomb at being a big shot,
speeding bullets in my room it
was shot back
Taught slack
No path
"What's that?" and I'm crawling up the walls
Crawling up the walls
Crawling
I was laid back
Pitch black
Contact
Hard
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