Lyrics:
shows his spirit
Yeah the potion
Drink the ocean
On a wave
No commotion
With the boys
With the teams
Yeah it's lit
What you mean
I don't know
You know me
a motherfucker
Cause I really want it with the team
Roll up in a clean whip, puffin' on the green shit
Run up on your team quick, hit em with the beam clip
You
on do I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walking out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk I know she ain't got no walls
and cats
By a cardboard box where the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
the elevator
Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save 'em
Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off
Naturally we're punks
Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset
We never had the love that every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
all I had was a hustle
With a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong, I'm a call
Y'all gon' lose, Team two better
No matter the weather, when it comes, y'all gonna lose
Teams one and three
I'm sorry dude
Sorry dude, heh
When I'm
, we don't sippin' lean
Only smokin' rockets
Oh yeah, that's my team
Yeah, that's my team
Spitfire logo on my tee
No money for Gucci or Lui V
No, we
no peace
For an adolescent nigga to rap, to be a thinker
Bud smokin' twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in
from the dream team
Call me kg
This
Beat by Lonze the king
Feeling like LeBron James
I'm a king
Just like Kobe when he got his 5th Ring
When I'm in
Lovin' the wealth, fuck it I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas (what)
State Penn niggas (what)
LOX niggas (what)
And Made Men niggas (what)
Withdraws looking real heavy, no lean
My team is betting on me
But you can just bet on the team
We gonna blow up the scene
Bout' to be stuck in your head
Like
style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch
They All 'N
[Juvenile]
Even if I don't get no taller
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in
stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
You gotta take responsibility for your own man
Zonin', two blunts a mornin', by sunrise sometimes
go
We can do it all together
I dont need my team
I can win by myself
Tug of war Tug of war
I will win
No I will win
Get out of my way
Out out
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
anything to have you on my team (baby, baby)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all ('cause you can have it all)
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did
Game over tell the referee to blow the whistle
I'll bury your whole fleet with just one missile
Try fucking with my team then it's Mogadishu
Bitch if
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
And lately the money just knock at my door
Do it for the family, do it for the homies
Had to go and make a couple bands by my lonely
Can't chase no honey
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