Lyrics:
of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Blackout, blow the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale
Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you
hear me make a move to leave the room, then
that's the signal.
R1:Now that we have
and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die
We
Young Sinatra
And now we on the fourth Young Sinatra motherfucker that shit is crazy man
And I remember like, I used to steal quarters from Lenny just
Copacetic
Fine, excellent, okay
We good over on this side baby, Copacetic part 3
Yeah, the boys are back with a third
Jon Moreno on the track
losers, 'cause we are the champions
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah
I'm floating
back from the dead again
But it turns out it was Satan
We're split on different sides
Our views are divided in two as we multiply
We're affecting all
II Tru, Hustla'z, and Shifters (We are the soldiers!)
Bustas, no need to be runnin' from trues
Sucka, get murdered with skills
The ? to peel ya,
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
these
Other gangs is counterin'
Fish out of water flounderin'
We circle and surroundin' him
I know that nigga bitchmade (Damn)
We done came up from
the culture?"
"Why don't you bring it back to the Bentleys"
"That old school club, not the car"
By the way, can I hold your show?
Gottz pour out some
Hull boys don't like
Hull bikes are known to give croggies
Hull birds got burns on their tights from rockies
Sorry, rough, rigid and rugged
Us Hull
from me in a dream, you are crazy, lunatic, certifiable, bonafide, insane
How people fall in love while they dream, baby, and besides that, you pretty
to get played signing deals
Now I'm only getting bonus
I stay strong
Whenever it's time for me to zoned out
Turn your lights bebe
Just to see who's
Uh! Real Life Shit Nigga! Bra You know how much Shit niggas go through out Here. cll The BS!!! Yo Check... c lot of Wicked, Yo we killing off Our own
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The
Niggas want pressure with TTB
Now why you wanna go do that?
Hit the dealership like what's the
Fastest thing you got?
2020 Vettе V8, out the lot
Still pop
crowd
Drinkin' 40's every morning 'til we pass out
Times like leaves in the fall
Now with every single breath like I feel the withdrawals
And I just
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