Lyrics:
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
a nigga do?
A nigga dies
That's why I'm stressin' that brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson
Resurrect yo mind from the essence
For real
I'll
jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists hit
like many straight trees don't even mix Coke with the Henney
Flow with so many styles ladies open all night like Denys
24 hours party people soakin' in
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
jooks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
mind mentally as I kick my song
He used to talk about the box in the closet
Where his pops kept a glock and all the safety deposits
Now he
the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one
my style
It's a mix of death row... and 8 mile
I bet you also didn't know
I'm so versatile that most my songs I slay a little freestyle
So make sure
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
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We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
By killing cops and selling drugs
But what can you do?
Buying a killing
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Quincy until the roof nigga
Talkin like they Bishop until the oops nigga
This sound like motherfuckin God don't it
Mixing liquors get my mind goin
This
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
mind body and spirit.
Sam Cooke made a song that is still relevant. c change didn't ever come and I'm still asking it.
Lets go....
I cM-very confused
it's not very effective
I receive flows from God's hive mind collective
Pull abstract essence out of life's cruel lessons
I don't know shit about stocks
the field 'cause I know they wanna be me
(I know they wanna be me)
That's why I keep my circle small and I'm always standin' tall
Guns up with my back
of remorse, the unlimited source
Powered by essences of all the souls I done loss
Success come with a cost, an I don't take it lightly my dawg I do this for
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
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