Lyrics:
house
To go and cheat on her spouse
Saw my region looking scenic in
That picture you took
But you could always find the dirt
If you know where to look get
he called "The Many Grams"
He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man
In life he was dealt some shit hands
But the boys got the back now
And Jay
your five long nights
Keep an eye on the time and
A light by your side
If you get hurt on the job
We cannot cover your loss
(If you get killed on the job
pull up
Straight up in they circle (grr, prr)
Pull up, we lettin' off shots (yeah)
Got into it on the corner
Same night got hit up
Blowin' up Montana
a man tump me
See if my batch won't slump him
Still wrap a man on my jack jones
Watch how I turn an opp boy into dumplings
Ain't gotta ask shosho if he's
on the boulevard
She met a man in a top hat
He said to call him Mr. Jones
He said a face like should be appreciated
Meeting you here well it must be fate
I got few
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
love me?)
I've been held, closely by a stranger
We came to give love
To our die hearted real bitches
That stick through they man through
just to damn fly
Summer days turn to summer nights
No regrets just living life pay the price the price is high
If its worth it man you could die
If you
on reality
So many blue bands
Could've swore the nigga is Crip
I've been rolling like I'm Nip
And I pray that I don't get killed
Over the life that I done
years ago, brought you to a rotted prison on the missions in Honduras
In search of perspective from these inmates with conflict-ion you could never fathom
No one night, more like nightly
40K, I'm bein' grown
Man, I'm just tryna steer the song
Black Sky-Dweller, King Kong
Black guy in the world gettin'
brothers and sisters
(I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones
(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever
(Shit)
We're
game than the law allows
Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry
Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace
and looter
Killer smoking Buddha
Man this dirty money can't get a little cuter
Money and hoes, money and hoes
Rest in peace and Al storm
Murder Case has just
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard
the robots and I'm sorry
Broke down in front of you, embarrassed
but you lent a heart and hand that only you could
you're one of my best friends and yes I'd
'bout ta ball people up
Y'all better duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them busters 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm
in from everywhere,
From New York,
To L.A.,
To the motherfuckin' Bay,
It's true,
I'm the man G,
I'm underground 106 can't ban me,
All on the air
motivation, that's the only nigga I see
I got a million from Young Cass to do a verse first day I'm free
I'm King Shiesty, but in the field, I get treated
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
to the cuticles
I'm Cam! What's your name Beautiful
Like man! I could get used to you
Or the ram! if you knew what I used to do
But call me Uncle yeah Uncle Cam
I
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