Lyrics:
streets
No cap tho and I had took a break but I'm back tho. Spin two deep just me and Bankoo Me and Shotty
We all about Pe$o$, Got cashapp I'm calling
hands man fuck it
Get rid of the mask
Try hard not to crash
Might to lose my mind and show my ass
Jbee in the back with plenty sticks
Know he down
mind and float him And fuck that nigga, Hazel
Jkorri pulled up on that bitch, gave her a facial
Should i stop the dissin? Fuck y'all
And fuck that
been stomped on without remorse
And you know why of course
When you choose him over me
Only known him for two weeks
He looks just the same as me
Why you
knows mine?
I watched him come from nothing, pioneer like Wyte, Stak and Sparxxx
A decade later, I signed Haystak, and toured with Lil Wyte
Made
beatin' fast
All I see is police lights
I'm a million dollar nigga
Still gamblin' with my life
(Gamblin' with my life)
Left by AutoZone, now I'm ridin' down
cortez shoes betcha could'nt
Walk in a mile in these shoes but we get by and we got to keep on walking
Let me take you back a way homie back in my day
hands, two shotguns like Reaper, spin back death can't stop me neither
She get wet like Swifter Sweeper, squirter, got it on my beater
Chris Brown, I might
Rolling back her eyes we chest to chest she yelling never stop
if I fall I love then it’s my job I gotta hit the spot
Don’t worry bout no rubber wanna
fake Supreme, fake bape packs
All it really take to make shorty throw her back, wait
If you wanna fight me nigga stop it, my fists hit like polly pocket
behind it
We all need someone to get high with
Flat on my face,
I try get a job
God sent me a sign nobody was hiring
So I got back on my grind
walked
and Jay-Z
+Crazy in Love+ in the back of the club
With the, Drama King and a couple of thugs
Here's a, toast to us; they want to get, close to us
"ME
want to get with a vet
You put a can-can in the middle of 'Nam
You'll get attacked and ate raw
By the war pack
But I never swine
Never mind, I'm fine
But
the hedges
And y'all poppin' like y'all hot, boy stop y'all been bitches
Fuck harbor rd, fuck kirkwood this ain't no sneak dissin'
Fuck wit them better duck
But she doesn't really feel,
Coz she made a deal, with herself, that she don't need help, coz she conquered her health, by herself, no doubt, it's
and mind went?
Cause stop stealing mine then
Telling me what’s who, and who’s that
You call it accuse, I call it abuse
I refuse to get into a pissing match
and plant kisses
Single mothers , auntys, divorcees and twin sisters
I'm him
Living healthy and wealthy
Not a day goes by they wanna selfie
Waking up
don't talk money you might need to sub the flow
I'm on one that's too much
Thug life shit 2 pac
Cops shooting for target practice
Shoot back till they
car in, and smoking with my Mike gun.
pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
If it gets too deep Mike's got the back up.
Packin' tools, droppin' fools,
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
found myself
My cousin on lock for two, so I'm repping him by myself
These niggaz done got me heated, so I'm headed for my shelf
Cause I feel like, they
I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover
Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother
[Chorus--Silkk x2]
They got me
the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some
Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two oh's for a Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some gin
Gave it a little set
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