Gospel (feat. Da Goat & Hurricane Blaine)
TwoCup
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Feelin' like Bun B, throwed in the game Lil' sweat, tear n pain 150% y'all flow lame Killin' E-Bali's fame The baddest things since cocaine Pourin' out the soul out the frame You just tell the world I got game Keep your mouth closed, you my last in the game Show love forever maintained Free my nigga pain F*ck the world just like Pac Y'all like cattle, act like jock Residue still in the pot Yoga homotized on the drop Roll a Tick-Tock while it's stock I send your clip in the Glock Hustle every day, non-stop Buck bust your head off top Two at the A's for your spot Two at the A go cop I'm casting on the block Cause I came in the back with the Glock Still got the streets on lock Bitch, I retired on the block Bust every bullet in the Glock Serve everything on the spot The hustlers don't stop Load up another clip They shootin' crazy Better hit the deck by the time I stop blazing F*ck that Don't worry about no women, these bitches, they do not love me Fellas hollow tip, spittin' they hit em, he do the Dougie I'm not a man of God, no witness, you cannot judge me I'd rather be carried, then lowered, the world above me Pushin' up daisies if you f*ck, boys try to play me young Twisted as a kid, one boot camp short of crazy Thrown across the board, get boarded, do not faze me Stand tall, get it all in all That's how he raised me And neighbors heard the pop, heart stop, his face leakin' Just a penny for your thoughts, head shot, he Abe Lincoln And thinkin' he on top, quicksands, got him sinkin' Blowed his brains out, show the crowd what he thinkin' Serenade, ain't see me comin', this shit was very late Two Glock twins and the host of Ashley and Mary Kay Take the full house from these 32, I ain't here to play Gone for a minute, but best believe, bitch, I'm here today Feel the hate, 17 motherfuckin' years of dates Started out when I was wearin' pull-ups, wiped my tears away Hopin' down the interstate, just tryin' to make a bigger plate Hoppin' G's to G with G, go check my name, hope plenty wait Will do, hope the bitch can cook, I need a bigger plate Filet mignon, tenderloin, baked potatoes, sizzlin' steak Mind on my money, as I watch the princes drift away Shapes done shifted, tables turned, and I shift the shapes
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Written by: Blaine Tucker, Leo Hinton, Robert Millwood
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