Lyrics:
and it shol aint a weapon
cs i walkin by faith lord you know how im steppin
Still getting tempted by tha devil and this stress ain't helpin
But i know you
& murder mind state
Expensive drug habits I'm just tryna keep my mind straight
Laws on us cause we play a percentage in tha crime rate
Creep up with the Nina
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
Fuck it up
Hey, yuh
It's my show, it's my time
Finna blow, fall in line
Watch these hoes, lose they mind
When I throw up tha 9
Watch me blow through
so long
Shit, I done mastered it
By any means
The more fiends, the more green I have
I just kick back
And watch them, go out and get tha cash
And then
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree
And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
They gon' have to take me straight to Satan
on yo crew
It's kinda hot, yall got yo bids, boy, and that how we do
What's tunnel mind it's soldiaz
I'm bought masterline at this line
These bookaz, that
her mind up
What you wanna see (Huh)
Oo what it do with me (Huh)
Oo 侍 I keep like two or three
That's on my side (Let's go)
Wit' tha クナイナイフ
Wit tha
covered in too much.
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical.
Every last Thursday of the month.
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning.
When I
And then im in the last
Time before you tooky tooky
Tha hot boy go ta burn your city city
If you go try me - put
A hole in your fitted fitted
Me knock tha
to my bank account
Im tryin to shine
This tha shit that i pray about
It's on my mind
Getting rich is what im thankin bout
Hol up
Im a hustla
I get it
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
on tha wall
And ask Que Quires?
His chile ain't bigger than mine ya man jealous
Put plastic on my hot dog
Cause I don't want relish
King taco in
this broad,
This nigga never sold asprin
how u escobar?
had to buy you're chain back tha last time u hot robbed
the nerve of this coward nigga....(Oh My
diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm
was beefin' with tha police
Matta fact we still beef
Fuck tha police
Tha streets hot got me checkin' on my homies
I lose one I'm gettin' crackin' til I
hit this world a lot of us lost our minds
Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron
After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana
niggas and we actin real ghoulish
Ice all on my neck
Hot in the mask, but you know I'm coolin
I ain't done
Yeah
Bitchs played me like tha movies, but
you better Not miss
Cuz I'm sliding yo block tryna drop shii
Thot bitch
Ion wanna fuck I want tha top bitch
N free all my day1s yea we locked in
Hot
the dark I had to find the light,
Never end the story you can't finalize,
I remember times I thought I lost my mind,
Way too high I poured up like 5 lines,
of the time smoking by my lonely
Really trying to ease my mind
Reclining in my caddy
Probably bumping Soul Searchin'
You say I smoke too much
Well motherfucker
Find the niggas that you cool wit
Do em dirty on the live
It's thirty in this iron
In my state of mind I'm volatile
Choppa swinging through yo domicile
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