Lyrics:
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
a police bag
Blow green grass
But still I think fast
Fuck a bitch
Put a whole in his little pink ass
4 5 don't lie
Don't jive
Takin' hoes lives
Run
If any crew want to mad-dog, if you look it's on
I got this .44 chrome spittin at your dome
Comin from the shoulders, droppin muthafuckas like
played at all
Cold world I just played it off
For my fam I would trade it all
For them to live forever
Gotta get this cheddar
Lotta cheese
Gotta be a great
and buy the bar with one round
[Chorus: x2]
Likwit music, drinkin music
Sip your fluid and get into it
Will you party with Tha Liks? (Hell yeah we'll
owe it
To myself to live this style
Of art of rap and bestow it
Eden2G
These mothafuckas doomed
If they think that they about it
Highest in the room
I
the crew
My circle dun turned to a dot
And I really don't trust a lot
Niggaz'll kill you
Quicker than one of these crackas
BLM or not
Two and a half square
cease
There’s too many deceased.
And if you dive deep into that chatter
The message that comes at ya,
Is that “blue lives don’t matter.”
And then on TV
CREW AHAA
POP A NIGGA CAP GIVE A NIGGA SUN BURNS
PLATINUM RECODS IN MY SLEEP I DREAM
LONG LIVE MYSELF all the way WAV GOD
[hook]SauceTh@t
OH LORD YOUNG
the cameras live
Poppin like 1 or 2
She poppin out & wear my jacket that sht comfortable
You're not invited to my party I don't fw you
Got way too faded fell
I'm the best in yo time
I hope these blessings just don't fall out of line
I got 'em lined up
Just before my times up, bet I get that grind up
Changes
I keep wiggin' like a hoop to Andrew
I'm clumsy when I shoot, oops, I bet your crew is scrambled
I don't write for limelight, I shine the rhyme
be alright, my crews get you fived and live right
I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the phil's
What is it? Mad verbal off the fifty-fifth hill
So
represent
Yeah thats what i represent
Im loyal, my word's what i live by
I talk good, my walk good, my shoes fly
She with me, no hickies, the smart type
Thats
[Apathy]
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures
get they helmet cracked
Every one's crude manners turned dude to a loose cannon
I'm feeling like Bruce Banner, I'll leave a few crews battered
Best have
Fisha
(7 6 5 4 3 2 1)
(Yo Fishaman)
Kingdom
Phos life
Thug life
Lighthouse
Yea Mon'
Reporting live the top general
Came thru fi infiltrate ya
in New York, I'm never home alone
Lately, though, I've been grinding, trying to get white diamonds like Post Malone
Nah, for real,
don't let that go
you're a sailor for a reason boo
you're a really fan if you're not with the crew
trying to be great or whatever I pursue
but you can't be great if
catch a Fien
Drive by music where the codeine
I need to get high before I hit the scene
Gunshots everywhere that's where I live
Serial killer in every
cost like 2.50 at the corner store
He ain't fucking rich, he live in the trenches, yo
Ayy, had to bring it back, had to bring it back around
Nigga think
the well inside
never ceased to dispel the lies fed to me by the devils spies
If a reason to get inside, let it be to remember lives
Of the people we lost
parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
of liquor
Out for Churboiii cus he flatlining
Think we losing him
Don't even touch that bitch
I let the crew hit em confidence boost
Like a brew or two i'm
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