Lyrics:
tonight
Call my girl come by my crib
Cuz I'm on demon time
I'm Mr. Brazy gettin' wrote up
This my second time
Come and dance with me you know
It's fuckin'
word by MC Hammer?
Shit, it ain't 'proper'
The nigga who sold it to ya gotcha
Straight up gaffled
Now you're lookin confused, or should I say baffled
But
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
NASA these vans cost bout three fifty
Got em all white like what killed Whitney
Pull up to my show your
Gucci Mane
I came up on jeezy
I came up on Mack 10 blood
Be easy
Macky call me perfect cell
I tell him its Frieza
Any rapper think he cold
I throw him in
where it's sunny
I make one phone call and niggas get hit with them dummies
Hundred shots in that tummy, cold blood in that lobby
Left chains and rings,
Zari up next
She fucking with me cause I make her so wet
Shooting the 3, I ball like I'm Steph
You is a pussy, you never gon' step
Give me my money, you
but the lie is told...
Phase one - the birth of a lone soul
Phase two - the honing of a longsword
Phase three is the battlemage blademaster
Phase four -
names on the shells
Need a dinger, make a call to Patel
Ring that hypnotic bitch like a bell
Big hammer, complimentary nails
Only buy for protection
the kicks,
I’ll tell them real slick, they the size you fit,
You can get the hammer, too legit to quit,
Million dollar deals, it’s legit and quick,
Crack
from the Bronx that got bars
I got scars yes I'm a sinner just like ya'll
But my Lord saved me, covered me with blood then my God claimed me
He told me
My scars all tell a story
Of how it used to be
Three years stuck in prison
With no one there to see
Ten days from the gates
Or so I've been told
and blood
Had to get it out the mud
For a milly or above
Do it for ones who been standing right next to me
Cracking the code and the recipe
Keeping a hammer
ain't trust that shit
Got the hustle in my blood
Imma rush that shit
Couple plugs in my phone now
Im in my zone now
Why with ya piece
If you can't buss
'em with the hammer
My rhymes is organized
My state of mind triflin'
Call me Mr freeze
My flow is cold like Iceland
Yo' flows inadequate
Real niggas
the beat but im thinking its skrilla
My nigga G stay with a hammer he busting yo brains
So i must be the driller
I losing my mind like the joker
Dick in
no dey find trouble
Say na trouble dey find me
If you’re looking for my trouble you
Go get am like times three
Kpos bad boy I was born in the nineties
Stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
I only say what I am told
By the master's hand
I only go where I am strolled
By the master's command
So many years of being
Obedient
strays with niggas names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough
pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?
recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same
This ain't beef, man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
What up, X?
Just hit 'em
I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm
pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay,
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I 'on
Course by my team, it's the high pro glow
One for the show, two for the handgun
Three, the one you man run when it's time for the action
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