Lyrics:
hard on the streets for the love of the peeps
Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week
Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
love the mix.
shout out to khizzy baba.
I know you love my style.
Shout out to my mama.
Shout out to father.
Shout out to my God.
you to know you ain't shit
Huh, trust me I seen it
I done got up in my bag and ain't getting out
'Til I break and I bust out the seams
Got a little
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
A change in direction for the artform of rap
“This is it my friends everything we’ve worked towards
This presentation to change rap music to the core”
and hands
You don't gotta love the music, but respect the man
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never know
in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game
it for myself
And I don't think I'll ever tell about how I ended up in this hell
Buried alive, I tried to survive my life by acting so nice
But when
burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm
with no love
laughing jamming seated at our shows in the club
instead of busting muggs like thugs in the clubs
all my fellows grab a girl and rub a dub
a fool
Let's look if all
We took the club
And show no love
Just throw in our face
And gettin' refunds
They might want to fight
Later on the night
Cause
important/ if you like we’ll escort them,
We gon keep the music turnt up till 6 in the morning/ back at my crib.
V1
It’s closing time/ got over time/ all
in my ear when they come by
They look at me like I'm an alien, a gypsy
I'm gettin started ima never let a hoe slide
This what I wanted so I do it on my
is in your pockets that's why I make a cut
My people know what's up, they want us for their jobs
But when we do our thing, they wanna show no love
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
dick in karma since then my life's been a myth
Pause the beat for the dead
I lost myself in a mess
Ain't seen my son for 3 years don't ask why am
know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect,
know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect,
Out on the weekend
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
love, with candle light lit
Me nuh work, fi no 'image'
Approach it, like this
You work an' finish, in four to five shifts
That no workout, see me?, I
Yeah DJ Khaled
Mean mug music
Waka Flocka
Ace Hoood
This gon' fuck the streets up
This gon' fuck the club up
Police kick my door in shawty
are people who think
That I've went too far (too far)
All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal
And I traded in my meds for a guitar
There's so much
(Oi-noi-na-na)
Yeah
I just fucked the trap up
On my own terms
I just barely escaped the trenches
Now I’m putting in work
I’m living for haters, I just
had about four girls on the go
just a player in the game but now I'm a pro
caught jungle fever for a couple of years
my desire for music was like
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