Lyrics:
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
here trynna get mines
Livin day by day in the episode of hood times
[Chorus 2X]
[Hook 2X]
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
[Intro: Reel]
Got the whole crew in this bitch, you feel me?
(Yuh)
[Verse 1: Reel]
Woke up this morning I told that big brodie gon run it up
I was
feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't
2 AM the beats played about a thousand times
My minds stuck on just doubting lines
To my surprise, I've just been compromised
The artist now lies
the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents
So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence
Who's this? Not for
best not doubt me
Niggas don't mob without me, ain't nothin fraud about me
Time tickin, mind spinnin, can you dig these wicked rhymes?
Gettin live
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do
[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
This is for you and your crew, the ones that's true
Will always love you, no matter what you do
[Chorus]
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
after chugging some booze
Really thought I was the man, looking up to the crew
But all my homies thinking, "Merk, what the fuck's up with you?"
Then we
We didn't just come to rock a show (rock a show)
Even though we came to get live (get live, y'all)
So everybody, put your hands to the ceiling (put
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
fate was sealed
And from then on he was feared more than any
We dropped anchor where two currents crossed
A place where many a ship had been lost
As we
many girl problems cause I like them in twos
She say Beanzy why you do what you do
I said I do what I do
And I’m tired of the lies
I get high to get by
to four Auburn or I'm
Passing the Millbrook projects
The Nine Life Crew, one-five-two
Park Avenue, Grand Pu' to ?
I'm a problem on all joints
I need all
norm
My lord, two naked chicks, got the back lounge looking like a porn
Foot rubber's got her head in the merch guys lap
Head banging like she
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