Lyrics:
need no choice)
If I say it, you can see it (y'all some pussy boys)
(We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy boys, uh) Push
Coke white Spyder,
the right information...
Fuck the media coming straight from The Terrorists crew
I don't love none of ya'll hoes so fuck you
You never understand
all my lessons
Just to keep y’all in my sprite I can not fear no weapon
Niggas grinding everyday and I can’t stop for a second
Gotta block all
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
for fugazis
Don't you ever, ever ever try to play me
There's a reason I don't fuck with y'all
Bunch of frauds, bound to double cross
Dare you to tempt
the crown close
Y'all make me laugh
What's happening fools
I got a few bob the builders the way they carry tools
And these shorties wanna fuck like they in
cops is pissed
They got the whole hood paralyzed
Fuck all of y'all
Prosecutors never can hurt me
Cause I've got big retainers
With the best attorneys
like ""Yeah {bitch}, gimme this!""
And roll off that drop top off the lot
I'm beatin down your block, what the {fuck} y'all got? (woop! woop!)
The beat did me dirty, I'ma get revenge
Rapping like this ain’t complex
Swear y'all made it sound like a project (ugh)
I was born, I was deep in the projects
Woah
Woah woah woah
Let's not begin
Pounds I be serving
Bitch I'm project baby
Stuck up in the clouds
High off all this loud
Let's go anywhere
I got
on that bed she said baby I don't feel well
I feel ignored so I explored all my inner truths
Dear Lord tell me what a man supposed to do
Fuck getting signed
casualty cause by my anatomy
I leave yall dusted and chillen where tha ashes be
True to my word what I say is not a gimmick
You hear it and u pair it up, go
Get ranked on, we beat niggas numb
These niggas is dumb, you can't resist my dunns
2001 we still thump, the fuck happened to ya'll?
We like that
our slugs at
Trying to hang where I slang my drugs at
Fuck it all the niggas that make mill stay real
And how y'all fucking love that
against me (uh)
Do y'all want beef (uh uh) or do y'all want peace? (uh uh)
y'all don't really want to see me take it to the streets (uh uh)
When
nigga
Say you'll let it go but you aint lul nigga
Carry that strap in you won't catch me lackin
Fuck did you think lul nigga
All my niggas we mobbin,
y'all
Never want attention all I wanted was to ball
They be tryna knock me down but
I just still be standin tall
I could do this by myself
Matter fact
A lotta y'all niggas be walking around saying, Oh you living dangerous
You staying dangerous, you bout that da- man
What you gone say
Ya honey gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off again
Y'all must like
the vault
I grab my advance and drive by the mall
And I'm not tryna pick, so I bought it all
I'm thinkin' bout how
I want them vigs, bags, commas
Cop the new
I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red
You won't look alive
I don't give
Right away
Need that shit right away
Y'all just been stoppin' me stoppin' me stoppin' me
Well nigga not today
Right of way
You ain't got the right
me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put
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