Lyrics:
died over information
How much more can we take?
Expect us all to wait
The world ain't ready for us yet so let's make Clinton pay
They never wanted
and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?
Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know
where we killed it, yeah we slayed
On that treble and that bass
Ain't no day, that goes by, that I lie - on my bed
Nothing but thoughts in my head
Of what
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
'em?
I was born to rock a crown, yeah, yeah, I knocked it down
Holy water, n-, but out here, we turn to brown (Jesus)
Donnie, if you ain't loyal, you
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
fed I mean a cop
9 to your dome, now you dead
Ready to go cuz I got no more options
Dip with the wind like I gotta throw caution
Man, it feels good,
acting brand new
Love me long time when the money there
Let me go now when the money ain't there
Love me long time when the money there
Let me go now when
die every day, B, it's all lives for me
We ain't finna go back and forth, we ready to drop some'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin', we got his
the artillery
We ain't trying to loose like Hillary
Stepped off at floor 26
cbout to get down and switch the mix
Rackabeat are you ready to go
C'mon
security, drift by the day
Mercedes, drone on, crack Clem, for the first verse
Currently, well, finna get your own switch, cause you're live
But shut up,
Vega on the beat
Judas
Vega
The motherfucking saint
Lil Capital Bitch
Deji
Already know what the fuck we boutta do
You ain't ready for this
Let's get
something goes wrong this is where we go
His favorite line is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar,
here to
Back out now
You ain't living what you preaching
You ain't even on the team
What we live'll make you
Tap out now
They ain't on the same thing we
man I thought that you was different, even let you be my crew
I ain't trippin', got a new bitch, matter of fact I got bout two
That's a couple on me,
we're tough negroes
Forever ready and I'll be ready forever
You don't want to try ting I'll put holes in your leather
So please never ever try to be
we do
You know what we do
Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm top two
But I ain't number two
You know you know
You know what we do
You know what we do
Yuh
You know I'm
sheddin' no tears
If a nigga play with family, we gon' end up foreal
Wish my mama was still living, she could see how I live
I'd rather go fuck with my pops
(yeah)
After that, they go and get veneers or the porcelain (Jesus)
We all need Him, is you ready to meet Him? (Lord, ready?)
Doin' dumb s- but keep
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
Yeah, yeah
Whoa
Yeah!
Yeah (Fantom)
Yeah
It's a new year, ain't no new crew (New crew)
We feelin' free like we got nothin' to do, but it ain't true
that dick
If you ain't 'bout a train well fuck you bitch
But my boys gotta hit too
Bend over and get tattooed by the boy from the 7th floor crew
You came
position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin'
That clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's
fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me
Makin' niggas ride my long star singin' the choruses
Open offices they gon' go cop another
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