Lyrics:
Got introduced to you by a friend
You were cute and all that, baby you set the trend
Yes you did, oh
The next thing I know we're down at the cinema
lyrics, you cap-cap-cap
The set, I'm like?
Diss on me better ride with the strap
Cause you can get killed by the AK-AK-AK
(Ha)
You some pussy boy, that
for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
And they're using the lyrics against me when my trial gets ready to start
My songs are being misinterpreted
It ain't nothing but the D.A. trying to prove
believe you can get your degree
Sometimes I wonder in 20 years where we gon' be
And when I say we I mean my black community, let's go
They don't know how
No way out no way out
No way out no way out, no way out
Yo, I separate friends from foes
Ready for whatever when the green light go
East side don
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas
Going back and forth in my mind
Sometimes
But everything's going be okay
Cuz when I'm on the mic
I feel sane
The day I'm ready to save
The place I'm from
like i got foes/ seems everyone wants a peice of me/ to a tolerable degree/ why do you think im always ready/ holding the gun steady/ its a habit - look
of action, sportlife action you surely would like
So he was falling down out of that stupid plane
It was a present of his mother for his master degree that
Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that
Speaker Knockerz, but I got it by my lone-
-Ly, niggas talking, what you tryna say to me
Got the muzzle on the choppa', shoot him, give him third degree
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga 'round fight club
as i continue sinking
Further under river
And when receiving a blessing I embrace it but soon
Enough I be stressing
I go back to square one checking
up high in a tall gum tree
Look
The morning sun is beginning to rise above this big wide land
It's time to explore
Are you ready to go
I hope so
Today,
And by us I mean the 51 states of my mind
Cause I reside mainly in my head sometimes
When I'm back Its rent free cause my rents is kind
I mean I do pick
move your butt and cut the strut
Yeah, what?
Just like a pro, so you know
I'm ready and set to go with the flow
(Get on up)
(Get on up)
(Get
I'm back in this bitch like I'm Ed Edd and eddy you know I stay scheming you know that I'm ready
You that I'm ready to hop inna mix slaying them
You for a nickel
Ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go gentle blazing
Tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
to meet my nine
Snitch ass rappers like six by nine
Be talking to the feds dropping a dime
My phone use to be tapped
So I had to use another line
If you
Got 2 bottles of water by my side
My doubts in my left and my pen in my right
Not ready to choose, I am borrowing time
Do I slaughter the mic or do I
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