Lyrics:
‘em know I flow brother
Let ‘em know I’m German but I don’t stutter
On my train to a show
Wish I could say the same every song
At least I get refunded
shit was free
Just to get on a verse it's gone cost you a fee
Blew a bag in the mall could've bought me a p
I just popped a X now I barley can see
Put
Trap nigga I came up by slimmin' P's (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, get 'em
I just left the trap, pulled up
part of the bro code
Im 10 toes
Steppin
Took some losses don't regret em
I just chalk em up as lessons
Made it out without a felon
She loss me know she
I got what you need, I got what you want
Feel like Percy Miller
Slinging out the trunk
City got my back, I ain't gotta front
Wave 'em side to side
We
I feel them light rays hittin' my face
Gotta tight grip on my bank
Decisive with the tightness, said the
Mics clip when our rhymes hit
Don't get lit
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
Everyday do yo best shit nigga
Long live Mike B and GB
Let's get it
They choose up let em take they pick
Fuck it
Tell em
Lay a brick everyday
to the streets, I know the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the blue like I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my
blocked me nowadays she want me back tho
I can feel the energy it's in the instrumental
Passing out loud to the crowd of my kinfolk
I be chasing dreams from
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your
play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
Let me get it from the top now
(Produced by create)
And leave all that in (uh, uh, grah, grah)
Four times, four times
Dababy the fuck goin' on,
the hood tryna get the box
I hit the lick inside box swervin' different
And I just fload it out my wrist check out the splash warrant
I pop my perky in
I move for 'self, only me and my steel
Cause shit is real and leary niggas will rat you out
Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out
so you better get a door mat
Uh down in the joe it get sloppy
Most talk but a few gonna up it no Mach three
Last straw poppin his top like a hi-c
10 P
just kick shit
All in yo head set
Ima just r.i.p shit
Ima just add another beat to my hit-list
Ima get psycho
I get sadistic
I keep a big Glock right
eights when I roll out
Ten clear coats on my gold drop
What's yo name? Where you from, girl?
I got a presidential suite, you can come, girl
I got Cris by
[11] - Get um up hit em up
They want to know what it is all about
They way that we roll down south
Start baby wit dope house josie wells gonna
there
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round
And you want a triple X throwdown
Dial
it off the top, T-O-P
I gotta say it i spray it
Never delay it the second I mayday it
Goddamn, I’ma get it on, gotta get it on
Gotta spit it, I get it,
where you piss
I just want your P.S. five
Don't wanna kill your wife and kids
I beat you to the punch
You could have robbed me
But I did
Kind of out my
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