Lyrics:
playin a fiddle
Squad rep gold call em George kittle
Flipping the rifles like we got rivals
Idols they hate me I preach like a bible
Tell em by by then
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
it
Something got to give
Second black man
Lost his life for some cigs
By the hands of these racist Pigs
Curious George
Floyd Mayweather
We will
pretend, hit his ass with the fye
Slide with my bitch on some Bonnie and Clyde
They talking about me, and telling these lies
Said that I'm lying, she stay
fiens
Soon as I get a bae treat her like a queen
Popping in my city ever since I hit the scene
Day by day, numbers up, I've been getting streams
the day they stole our smile, so we clothe our teeth in gold
and we frontin, from nigga to kid, to Son of God
It's wild dependin on labels for man woman
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Aboyee
Check out ohh
As I check am Everybody dey there
Some Dey use palm wine and Some dey use bear
Black is beautiful and life
on some other shit, I be on some gutta shit
I be on some other shit, yeah
If I pull up, you gon' drop, nigga, get popped, nigga
Rollin' on these hating
Some day, I know I'm gonna meet the right chick
Some day, build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day, lounging,
can't hide from these wolves when they get a scent
The movement is medicine, I'm so precise
I'm busting George with the measurements, she's so precious
exited
That's why these rhymes ain't edited
You gotta let yourself FEEL what you fuckin' feel
Stop suppressin' shit
But it's never too late, like George
Do you, Tammy, take this man, George, to be your lawfully wedded husband?
To love and to cherish until death do you part?
I'll take this man and by
accepting the truth
If you've been deceived
I had to benson my blues
Just to roll my weed
I kick back
And I smoke some green
I had to let it go
Like Travie
that I was greasy I’m sleazy
It’s a couple niggas wanting to be me
Bars for days niggas screaming out free me
It’s some niggas counting on me they
fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley high"
Cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black listed by some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos on the first
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
Wars
Make it Great Again
Mos Eisley
So hyphy
Hive of scum and villainy
You might not leave alive see
These are some murderers
Thieves believe
If you
nosey hoes want the scoop, we'll I ain't sorbet
Been the truth since Martha Stewart was gourmet
These rappers couldn't fuck wit a nigga after my core day
know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib
I pay more than 1.5 for it
Every day I spend some shit, everything I'm in be lit
Every time I think about
just trying to find a pertinent route damn
R I. P. to George Floyd ima make some noise
They going to hate the boys they try to mute our voices
They
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
up and let it be clear
Let it be known my people done grown
Don't disrespect just adhere
For my people just know nothing can stop you
George Floyd
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