Lyrics:
the jungle clutching every chopper
That's my brother, not by blood, 'cause we got different mommas
Tryna make sure everybody eat, I'm stackin' every dollar
these niggas
I want you to be better
I want a better future
It's cold outside, we ain't even up north
There are no dead armies but I'm on night watch
a Henny
Just need the black tea, so I can make waves like Moses in Black Sea
Shark niggas want me dead, but I'm floating above
You should never be a sucker
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
And stab them with a deadly note
That pierces the eardrums
Those are the equally grim
Now you're stunned
Another victim of the Shogun
A spinal chop
He on the corner lot of drama now
Missing school
And being late to get back to his mama house
From his view the police
See another nigga
They wanna
Man I smoke that crow, it's good to the nose
But the price gotta give? (Go low)
I wanna fly to another dimension
Me and brodie with two naughty twins
of crying over spilled milk?
Not speakin' outta bounds, I know
These niggas feel this, yeah
This life shit come at you, uh
Faster than the motherfuckin'
the Motts I knots by the chance
I rain dance I rain dance
But steppin' just a bit, I don't need another shadow
Makes makes is gonna be the new man's
his eye on me
To figure my head, but them ass kissin' niggas is dead
We learn the choke holds with fishermen's thread
I read The Art of Sun-Tzu in
venom
Only thang my mind said was nigga go and get em
I ducked and bust and started cussing at them magots
Niggas started pulling fresh rhymes out
too scared to reply, prolly ripping off another guy
This isn't even a tie, running from Tory you have no glory, why?
Maybe cause you're a fake
dead, wordy much 'til I tuck em under the dirt
Animated rowdy fucks you're a Power Puff nigga, Butter Cupper
Get a little bit rushed on adrenaline buzz,
sumn
man I'm from the rich and I'm puttin on
got alotta homies that are dead and gone
never made it off the curb side
big bank bringin birds by
copped
choke and pass
I'm aware, I keep coming right back from the dead (yeah)
Make them suffer, these niggas is scared (yeah)
I got paper, I'm good
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Lil' Wayne:
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P.
his moms
Another one dead by the hands of the law
One day imma shake the streets
They don't play fair they play for keeps
I Been broke this breaking me
deceived
Writing SOS in the sand but wind take away the leaves
But if I'm rescued from the island the grass'll grow dead instead of green
Soul recognition
don’t know
But there will never be another
MC like me 'till 5004
There will never be an MC
Like you 'till 5004? (Yup)
I rap like none of these rappers
your gyal want a nigga that be rich
She wants diamonds, I'ma kept mine plain
Cause where I'm from could leave you in pain
I'd rather be dead, man, I
to know at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you, nigga
And you can't even pay no one to care about you, nigga
As we proceed to give you what
than zuccini
I blew her up in bits and bits, her face were gone
MY dick was raw and nibbled to the bone
But she dead, her head was like exploded nigga
to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
See how fast time fly
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do
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