Blu Acc
Da Floataz
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The 87/88 pushing pedals to floors Subwoofers move the block, I mean it sizzle the floor Bandanas out the window, is you ready for war Summertime in my city, nigga settle the score A year prior I would face priors for my desires A pistol would of had me a victim of common rivals That nigga took her pussy, that's what she told to survivors My niggas wanted war, I seen the lust in her eyelids Ear, to the street I had his name and a province She gave the pussy up what's the point of the violence Never speak about it kept on moving in silence Live, by my codes, keep my personals private Ain't trust too many, mama the only option A couple niggas with me since screaming out 6 popping My sister, held me down My baby mama the one My son's, better carry my legacy when I'm done I'm prophetic in my message, called anointed by some Called lover by many, but only loving to come I'm humble in my approach, nigga a never be broke My mind is worth a million, I pay it out in these quotes For God, so loved the world, he gave up his only son For your life you won't give up extra bacon on a bun Sick and tired of being tired, turnt into the realest nigga When I through up my hands and realized I am that nigga motherfucker Christ sake what a nigga gotta do to make a half a flake Take my style wave it at your date You suckers fake ain't never been around real All beyond burger nigga never been around steak Never said can't or ain't, just do and did Never stood for bogus, her flower is the lotus Been focus beyond Ford is Dopiest writing so glorious Smoking potent and eating oranges Freestyling on cordless Or payphones with quarters In yoga position semi-circle Several serpents in the corner Soaking up the peace upon ya Positioning opposition that's Nemo in shark water Demi with no bravado, ducking swerving each pothole Rocking moccasin blindfold Watching time tick, jotting rhymes sick Plotting on rich stone rolling Bun Pimp Since a jit jump ship Censorship, told that bitch, I don't suppress speech ugh Then did the dash deuces, got favor like fruit juice The Dame Dash blueprints Don't let circus amuse you, tell these rappers the usual Get jewels and bullshit New whips they'll repo, those lyrics they reuse Nigga we seen this show, think this is a reboot I'm turning tables with turbans, cooking dope with butter Selling merch out the cauldron a rapper kind of sort of ugh
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Written by: Derrick Crosby, Desmond Henderson
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