Lyrics:
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
of Bacardi
If it's me and a pouch with my dargy
Shawty, you're seeing two stars in the party
Fuck what you heard
I'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man
'm tired
You died because of what you said
Chea, I'm as sharp as an image
And I keep it bumpin
Like a motherfuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like
will find
The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
It's not what you know, it's only what
when there’s nowhere left to hide?
Tell me, what do you see in me when you look into my eyes?
But if all lives matter, why I gotta die?
Stop killing us
we getting too
We should get a room
And we gone see what you turn it too
Ammma cannible al
So I eaT like an eDible it
See you making hellla noise
Let
My one-liners make bitches relapse
Got two timers who keep with the stats
Sedi you're better than that leaving instrumentals all white
Macadeli
that zone
Now I got two chicks that are kissing in the crib
Not calling it a flex when it's really how I live
No long hair, but a Mac's what I is
I
sticking around
To see The day in life of my crew
Inga ma2
Huh
Momma say she liking
What I'm turning into
Niggas so touched they
Treating me like masseuse
L I V E by my side yeah
hook)
odd-x 돈 벌어와
EnV2more 타투 박어
SEAN=pez 여친 사겨
vicelynx no more poker
toefer 옷 좀 사 좀
향주 누나 뮤비 찍어
live alive live alive
in
'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you
'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
I give it 2 seconds
Let's go at it
I'm saying crystal crystal ball
Show me what's popping like that
I pistol whip you bitch
Fuck with me I'm mobbing
(take two)
Sharpened mind without having to carry knives
Depressed like married lives
A canine ready to bury lives
(it's GTech)
See, I'm front
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
of the blasphemous pastors
Say you receiving what you give
They using guilt to gain and live like masters
What I witness is so horrendous
But I won't cast the stone
the whole crew
Cookin up so we could sell it all on iTunes yeah
I do what i want too
Ain't nobody gunna tell me how to live ouu yeah
I need the cash before
thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up
They coming one by one two by two
Bring your friends and I’ll bring my crew
We can all have a party yeah
One big party yeah
They coming one by one
Regime crew
Like that nigga
Me and Yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your back
For the one nine nine twist
You know what I
I'm unforgettable
Un comparable
Unexplainable
No you can't stand next to my pedestal
Best forget it dude
I eat these beats like if they're edibles
I am
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