Lyrics:
they ain't know)
I don't think you know me like that
Frank Cross the baddest boss I took a loss and now I'm back
Matter fact my cardiac still bumpin in
From ghetto to ghetto to backyard
But my backyard look like Asgard
Fake drug rappers is capping about getting packs off
Luckily my mom was on my back
hell yeah if I don't give a fuck then nobody will
Cuz when my ass is dead & gone you'll still be peddlin' pills
Sendin' out bills, fat cats sit back
before you see the team
All high skills on the status beam, all sharpshooters with no lives
By no lives, mean black hearts, gotta cock back, reload
provided with eyes of a hawk
Let bygones be bygones it happens a lot
Still stayin' stoned like Joss
Often misconstrued as a student but I'm a boss
back
1981 before the crack attack
I used to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle
Brooklyn, no doubt,
Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show
Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl
I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand
Then I freestyled for
through crying it still don’t sit right
I fucked up a lot and I still can’t get right
Nightmares is my dreams some me a tragedy
It’s either them or you you
green lights
But I can't seem to see the right hue
And you're bleeding me dry
On the concrete, I lie
Plagued by pictures of you
Double hue on the coupe
know,
The ___________.
We come right back,
With a ____ to ____.
And just to make sure,
That you're having great time, and
The fruit-I-lishious green,
Is
on the pavement life ain’t what it seems
The pipe is for the fiends the light is for the beam
Players bout they bread and they so so clean
You don’t know no team
ain't a brother, he know I'm under pressure
Called poor man by pops man
On d other hand, see thy mother
On her knees, say a prayer
Her baby prospers
Back
back!
(Chorus)
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't
a lot of gats; holla' back!
[Chorus]
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let
back!
(Chorus)
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't
got was shit
Now im bout to give it back
None of yall are in the clear
Im gonna get my revenge by shitting on yall every year and i know
I know
never be cool
Slide when I step
Make Move like ah boss
Never ever snuck ah nigga
Just toget my point across
I rather tote knifes an shoot dice
Bet it back
bells in by the bundle
I got bags in the back of a tundra
I moved out of Macon had to do it for my mama
Then I went to the monkey it was something like
fear
We simmering here
Because ain't no going back
Once the decision is clear
I seen them tables turn constantly
Like what you got for me
Staying on my
your pipe up
If you is not dying for the gang, you cannot come around
If you is not dying for the gang, you cannot come around
Come back and act like you
insane
Memories is vivid but the time has went and came
Whew
She in the gym tryna get her body right
Eating more healthy tryna slim that appetite
Boss
Yeah, Yeah, Uh!
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin' in the era where the people on the run
From the young to the old, we live by
Okay, so how the fuck do I rap on a track
It’s been a minute since the white boy snapped
Like Batman’s back when Bane took that
And cracked it in
Dope up in my sock
Tryna make a knot
I just got a little bit but damn I want alot
Might go back to robbing niggas
Give me what you got
Thumbing
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