Lyrics:
we stay litty
YJN and Mike Doe putting on for the city
Ahh
When niggas want to know what went down last night (Oh Whoa)
I just tell them I was faded
can place a bet I finna make it, I parlay
My Paps he been a gambling man, so, I get that and his hands
Workin' hard to feed the fam is all I learned
the kitchen with the drugs tryna make a dish
Hit the block with some rocks watch me make a flip
Nigga shot my fucking brother always made me flip
He locked down
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
working but I know it’s steep
The higher power had his choices and I’m chosen, it’s controlling me
Down to lay me, down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul
every scar Truth to every lie
Can't love correctly till you've been correctly loved
By the God who sent His Son from the sky above
He came down now me
me weak
He typing in Twitter while I'm doing business I'll have me a mill by the end of the week
I'm out of the city just minding my business
Gotta
of the city
Where a hand begins
Then the night time arise for his deadly sin
One place in the city where lights (shines) so pity
You think your life's
I'm down UK holla at me
Any given Sunday praise that boy
Holla at me in thee street oh my Lord
When he come through why he so cool
When he on thee TV
a bottle of water
Into a major American city in less than three days are trying to win a war
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down
is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
That's it! None
all the time that we've stolen
And the conversations thats brought us here
So I've daydreamed enough
"Then by November he'll move his hands up
fuck up the crack game
Run it up like it was his career
You might Think he's a football player
In the club like he plays for the Spears
Oh shit, I
true love welcome home
She took him by the hand and she laid him down
Found he was as cold as the clay
She said, my dearest dear, if only I had my wish
shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I’m heavy when I
shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I’m heavy when I
decapitating, my appetite for dilapidating garrisons, got me tearing them up
When I break down, they sound way down, take it 8 rounds, beat it up like J-Val, they
Ontario, the first place I call home
905 that's what I dial when I call home
My dad picking up the phone ask him how it's going
Same old, no complaints he's
How can I hate me a man when I Love god
I don't understand
How niggas be claiming they getting These bands
And walking around dead with hand Out
seed of faith and a fraction of a chance
And the action of yo hands
Just that could change tides
David vs Goliath
He was slain by a God
Staring in his
bag him up when I come see you, keep the O's prepped
He made so much off the power racks, he need a gold set
Stack that money for his lawyer, then
Bro just cracked three well's now he litty
Big chop, big glock on me
In the city
When I ride around, big chop with a titty
Catch your man lacking, he
gon' hold you down
When you down and not on ya luck
But ima be right by your side
Even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott
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