Lyrics:
y their backgrounds/ can’t buy it... put your check down/ can’t fight it... put that mack down; tell me how this gat sound/ pardon me I get board just
finger get to itching
Hell na ion do no missing
Ya they thought the gun
Was glitching
Let's up the score
Na that's the sound of switches
Fuck investing in
live in a van by the lake, Chris Farley
You're hardly considered competitor
You're starting to sound like a bitch that I'm
Better off not knowing ever in
of that beat
The sound of your voice
made you look so sweet
Pre ref ~ d em c d
But in the end i was fooled by a foolish man
I’m writing this song cause
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
try to flex,
if you bet against me might as well cut that check,
I ain't takin No names when we steppin on necks,
New toy on the way swear that 2A
I can make that funky sound
I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz
I got style from head to toe
It's a funky sound that I learned uptown
And I'm here
Money, Power and Respect
I'm the man, now break your neck
Makin' checks
Made to flex
The living dead are laid to rest
Fuck a tech
That Beta test
I'm
thankful
That I'm Thankful
For a
Heaven sent
Life changer
If god real Ill thank em
For this Head banging
Puff ball wearing
Baby angel
I'll kill for when it's
Still need you look at this you’ll miss it if you blinking player (my nigga check me out)
Yeah I’m on that demon time but I walk the straight and narrow
nothing
Now I'm really getting paper
I ain't have nothing back then
Now I really got haters
Look at that watch
That tiktoc
Cant check the time frame
I'm
stupid, sound real lame
Compare to this sixteen bars of pain
When I write I get tight
I'll be ready to bang
Cause in real life out in
The world it get worst
Uhh, uhh
You know how you always got that one homie
That call you just to check on you
(King what up nigga)
Oh I guess that's me
Stuck
get mugged and raided
crimes are drug related
and we live by the street rules that thugs created
clowns get smoked about a thousand folks
for sellin
the M-the-Ill-itant
(ch-ch-ch) That's the sound of the Dynasty chant
We surround your camp, assumin' the war stance
And bring it from the chest, now let's dance
that I say this world is faker
We all sleeping man we better wakeup
Before it's too late
I rap like I'm Kool Aid
Praying for the world and my brothers
draws and then I zoomed outta there
'cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need
a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide
A million
moves
Ain't smooth
Make sounds
How 'bout a groove
Got to prove
That I got a role
That I got a soul
Check it
Check it
Check
Hey
Check it out now
All
me tar
I'm all up under your bumper bitch you ain't going far
A pussy hoe could never check me
I guess that's why them petty hoes ain't ever test me
I
degrade you
White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe that cops degrade you
Oh come on, those beatings, those people resistin' arrest"
Check
carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
brother think that I'm a fraud
I did my best to teach you all I know I swear to God
Tried to shield from the world that take away your soul
Seeing you win
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