Lyrics:
pop shit
Just know that y'll gotta see us
We not gunna tweet you niggas or nothin'
You have to see us you see what I'm saying?
I mean that's a nigga jaw
a thousand of us like me mobbing the street
When we're starving, we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood
the soda, Hova
Did you even have any doubt? After "Doubt," it was over
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
the soda, Hova
Did you even have any doubt? After "Doubt," it was over
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with
the one that did do that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
thru Machu Picchu
You can't know this, I should eat you
I'm your shifu cut the crap
I don't like seafood
We could hit the Staples Center
Bro I don't like
're dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
That's not us
Shorty hop out the car, she ain't gotta go
Far when she look for the best
She gon' spot us
Yeah, I know that it's dope, I made it
Hope you
Ay
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Me and the boys don't like you
If one us fight, we all fight you
Put a hit on your head if I want to
Gang, gang, gang,
us on a path
For some elevation
'Cause for awhile our math was only 'bout some recreation
High percentage ale, being kids like garbage pail
But what
problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that's deception, you know. The real
wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife
I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line
Bet it
me, you know I don't fuck with you (word)
Rollin' with nicki and we in the 'bach and she heated
'Cause I brought the drum with us (word)
You know I'm
mind
You been nothin' like mine, when you talk
Pigs fly what you call this life
What you glamorize is a pack of lies
I'm with a pack of lions
You ain't
the hood with the 17
Year-olds that's on hood patrol
And they want stripes
So they shoot off bikes
And you know any moment you
Can lose your life
So kiss
Keep talkin' 'bout your past life
Past life, past life, past life, past life
All day
Alright
Just wanna see what that ass like
Ass like, ass like
star
In fancy clothes and fancy cars
And then you'll see you're gonna go far
'Cause everyone knows just who you are
So live your life
(Hey, ayy,
couldn't pay bills unless head was involved
Your Only Fans page really wasn't poppin' for real
Now you know how a local mixtape rap nigga feel
Them SBA
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
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