Lyrics:
strings puppet
That many fucking losses?
Thinking outside the box
Andy's off to college
While I still keep on rocking my box office
Those burdens you dug
find me
Running through the streets, fire at my feet
And everywhere I turn you are behind me
I think it's time for me to let this bull go charging
My energy pulse tear ya whole armor
That's word to the bull Connor Sims
My power extend
You can not comprehend the reach
When I unleash bars to beats
my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the street
I just
Rican
My whip it ain't leased, I want it and buy it
Yeah, I do the most, with my nigga we close
By then when we go, I pullin' in front
Fou' hoe called,
They want me back on my bull shit
They want me back on my bull shit my bull shit
They want me back on my bull shit
They want me back on my bull shit
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free
Worldwide
There they go again, harassing this kid so easily
His name is Andy, he grew up right down the street from me
I barely know him though, I just see
and me both
Ha no time to mourn
I see a way but we've gotta move dope
And grab the bull by the horns
Nightmares of a lonely night
No money in my stash
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Look
Rockwilder on the beat
1-7 in your face (1-7, nigga)
Mack Maine, you my nigga (you already)
Cash Money, what's up? (What's up?)
Check me
Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had
effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
My man internal All-Star Dave
My man on the sax Andy
We got
and caught a glimpse in my rearview mirror
Of Junior, Steve, and Sonny at the gas station
Looking like a permanent fixture
Shootin' the bull in an old
the Banker Boss
They took control and swindled, all that I made
Bears chased Bulls, Cats Bounced and Turkeys Flew Away
I grabbed Broker by the scruff, with my
eye tramp stamped,
I got the streets in me, but I'm not in the streets,
Run up against the team, end up eating cleats,
You can tell by my features,
my nig... we make the whole club jump
So turn up the sound & let the bass bump
It bees the TRP... girls gon' wild uncut
So push the EQ... let
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
guys
Got everybody falling like Andy's coming
It's insane
Watching NPC's
Talking about end game
Blinded by networks
It's a shame
Can't see they're in
up and at it
Focus crazy like an addy addict
My daddy had it before me
Now me and Andy back and at it (Yuh)
Drinking hella Red Bull, eating hella good
and at it
Focus crazy like an addy addict
My daddy had it before me
Now me and Andy back and at it (Yuh)
Drinking hella Red Bull, eating hella good though
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
everyday
Chicago bulls
Had to create my own lane
Had to make sure I wasn't in my own way
Strap up my sneaks up man you know how I play
I take suckers out
talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo
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