Lyrics:
live by blacks
They depress the asset and
Take the property back
It’s a ruthless but a genius plan in fact
So now we fighting over scraps
Crabs in
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town,
The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround;
'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked
(-thentic)
Co'ds turn into cobras, but I got a scorpion in case, we're protected
Mum told me to pack all my clothes and leave home
I was too wild
and paint us as villains
Just for marching in the street about police, are you kidding
Go put some cameras by the trees & catch who doing the lynching
It
I just landed up on cloud nine
Took a lot to get here know it's been a wild ride
I'm gonna float I'm taking over swear it's 'bout time, yeah
You
carried these songs like a comfort wherever I'd go
And they was there when my summers was high
And there when she left me alone
Saying, "the soul is
on a bottle in they hand and a blunt to they lip
Gangsta Walkin in da club err'body gon piss
And hoes on the corner
Workin graveyard shift
Yeah they call me
the maker
All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
When they gun's
wrote that sweet song about me
I found myself over the moon
But then I realized
Friends don't feel this typa way
Like what they say
Only u could give me
company coming so nigga stand by
Ain't gotta ask what the shooters do
Over here ain't gotta know fab to give a funeral
4 5 lick 6 shots right at ya crew
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
it, I stacked it, then I turned it around
Haters not stoppin', stalkin', they still give me clout
I see now why all of them frown, Them tables gon' turn
prefer children born by a chaste, modest virgin
That they're products of lust, you stubbornly deny
But still you are haunted by natureborn cravings
(zone)
Four bars then I'm done psych
Pass me the mic
Pass him the light
Stand for the fight
Fight never stand still
Outside is wild and
Shit is getting
Yeah
Need something in my cup boy
Big chat
But big facts
Let's go
Spit facts
None of that lame ass chit chat
Roll me a spliff and kick back
But I
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
84 drop top riding around with no ceilings
She 34
Giving me top
No feelings
I have a weakness for Cuban women who don't speak English
My word play so
Grocery list, come on over
Gross accessory to murder
You can be, fearless explorer
Se la vie, Casanova
Cruise the aisles, and body piles
But don't blame me
Running up this bag til it's off white
Ye my girl bad she a top style
Yeah I go mad cause it gets wild,
But that's just how we living in these tough
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