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Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch
Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers)
Get off into this real shit (real shit)
There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here
And my
and the semis
we made that powder flip just like it's Denny's
Back to back road to the baker, hit the vacation
and we left his soul in Jamaica
Don't leave
"Hey, the British are comin'! The British are comin'!"
Now, the ride of Paul Revere
Set the nation on its ear,
And the shot at the Lexington heard
large
With credit cards and cash stacks
My mind focused on greenbacks
I go and get it i don't relax
The player hating is to the max
Kush sacks and powder
Shot to his neck if he a Steppa Only
Keep blicking shooting like I'm Kobe
I don't fight I don't play with pokies
I'm a click if I don't even know em
My Glock crazy, fiends on my block brazy
A lot of niggas sendin' shots
That cannot phase me cops movin'
Niggas shootin' at the opps daily
My momma
niggaz gangbang on da internet
Sending shots at they opps thru da internet
See me ion even get into dat
Cause police be controlling da internet
See yo hoe
I'm on a whole nother level
I bet they cant do it like this
if he sneak dissing then im sending shots
Hold it up like im taking a pic
If that boy
from view
and when it return it fairly burned
with confidence anew
well the thunder from my steely fist
made all the glasses jangle
when I shot him I
stretching down to her feet
Dusted with powder blue skin and a shimmering tint
With a crown made of flowers and sticks
Shoddy, yet regal, enveloped in mystery
of powder in the summer and the fall
Guns in the trousers of the quickest to withdraw
Shots are getting louder so the kids can't even ball
The midwest feeling
You want some, I got you
She pop one, I pop two
Sippin' bubbly, take shots too
Say she love me, yeah, but it's not true
Shawty off the molly, now she
them frigid slopes now it's
Bigger hopes take the shot
Need bigger scopes stay awoke
Now they quote the realist shit I ever spoke
Cough and choke
frigid slopes
Now its bigger hopes take the shot
Need bigger scopes stay awoke
Now they quote the realist shit I ever spoke
Cough and choke
Everyday went
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He said me, red means run, son, numbers add up to nothing
When the first shot hit the docks I saw it
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
back here to haunt me
Was it that nigga? I took his powder with a smile
Pray to the Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit
I pilt niggas'
to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothing
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw
nigga dolo
He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour
After the four hour,
He act crazier than Scarface after snortin' powder
He get into it
heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause stand up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us
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