Lyrics:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
passing her
I fell out of love can't fall in love girl I cannot hurt
Whip it, race it in a foreign car this not a challenger
Finna bless up with the whole
Sky is the Limit and Freedom is my fate
Many caged little birdies hoping to escape
Shackled by the system, shattered by the distance
Tackled by
that McGregor walk
Pushing the challenger, true to no amateur
Jump stupid and I swear I'ma damage you
Shout out to Kilo, shout out to Derrick
Shout out
I solicited on
You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know
Only three out of ten of us gon' make it though
No President
and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
This is the stage of Triple-X
When you're sittin' by
pedophiles think I'm not photogenic
So cook up what you want in your burnt out skillet
Just know I do hunt and do know how to kill it
You think you get
quarters and halves off
The blow is coming through, this ain't a casino but I'm your dealer
Dro in my challenger, like Al Pacino and stop this nigga
Hell nah
I ain't never told no lie
I ain't never told no lie
My bros goin ride till the day we die
My fam stay close they're by my side
On my mind
life
I can't watch it go by
Now is the time
It's our choice to make
Every breath we take
No more praying
Off your knees
Play your heart out
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
by Circle K and we cuffed all the Sprites
We just Downtown bullshittin
We just downtown bullshittin
Trying not to swerve too much the cops out/ Off
and watched the disaster
Of the Space Shuttle Challenger
Exploding over the Atlantic Ocean
73 seconds it had only been gone 73 seconds
A minute
Always looking out for something else, ain't we
If I call you my own, would you limit my bone
You know I'm just being choosy, let's get it
Weather in
the limit in a3alee al-samaa
The Dam-Shaqaqy Thaqafee, Luckily
Was never worried bout what could be
If record labels would sign me
Im fine with "Ana" just me
Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
the throne not knowin the seat hotter
Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You can miss me, I hit targets like top shotters
Out in
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
It's going down tonight
We bout to leave the city limits its finna get litty
On the countryside
Paycheck cashed I got money in my pocket
Stepped out
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
shot by cops to the stomach
I see now, the only blue that got my back is on a 100
Why would I get a paycheck for government to take taxes out it
To buy
M-I- to the T
Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!
And yeah, that's me
Tank dog all I want to be, nigga I told ya
Tat on my back, is that of a no limit
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