Lyrics:
Georgia peaches, southern living
Got 'em flying in just to go to Magic City
It ain't nothing to catch a star poppin' shit at Lenox
Most of ya'll ain't from
j make I light am for Corner
One for one man e be like say na Karma
Shawty finna tell me say
She call me peter Parker
Sitting by the balcony
We light
a bed
Some lines like planes go over ya head
Word wizardry always varying with topics
Drop bars faster than sprints by Sonic
Eating off a plate that's not
stepping
Let em think they got away wit that let's teach some lessons
One by one we creeping so you better have ya weapon
We get drops we send em up and bro
a play ground
Like j Prince jr Ill sneak in with my gun
Fool me once I can never let you finesse two times
If it aint a consultation dont be blowing up my
you went out by the pokey?
Dummy went out by the loccs
How they talking lil' Lotti got poked
It's like so many opps I can smoke
I'mma slide through,
This my destiny or something that my God scripted
This is real life, real rap, not a non fiction
And by the way
Yea I know you heard
Couple rappers kinda
brain
You ask a real live gangsta and he'll tell ya the same (you know)
A lot'a dummies die young, man, simple and plain (fa'real)
A lot'a kids want
[Killa Tay]
Uh huh, Yeah
We gone call this one big scrilla
For all my niggas out there thug pimpin
D-1A up in this muthafucka, ya' know
For
steps
Ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera
Et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend
And you gets no wins even if your stereo is
catch you in the Dec, givin a speech
Cause I'ma bust one of mine, and it'll reach
See all crackers ain't shit to me
Man fuck your hound and your deputy
Ya
whatchu see, which raids catch the blues
Statistic show
Is a fact and you can check it (pop! pop!)
That one nigga's dyin' every ten seconds
So if you don't
Till it's time for you to fuckin' die
[Violent J:]
Baggin me
Pain
Suffering
Bang Bang
Chains
Devices
Torture things
Is this hell?
Might
kill the hype
They just shot my dawg from the back
Then we catch them niggas on a drive by
Getting tickets USA
I just wanna see ma baby
With her im
it don't even matter the time
I know what you like, girl lets catch a vibe
Left hand grippin the wheel, right hand grippin ya thigh
I've been livin so
to make me catch a murder case
Tell me what make your brain tick?
(Huh?) What the fuck (Fuck)
To even find the Lotus clique
Well ya gotta look (Yeah)
But
me tag ya' toe
I am
Too up to let a goofy
Bring me down
Me and Ej smokin' doobies
Sippin' brown
My phone on silent but
The weed I keep it loud
didn't come by my ones, I got all of my friends
I got all of my friends
Bina na ngai muke
Wana mere ya palais
Bina na ngai muke
How she know my name?
Was
Ball, yard call, up against the wall
People my enemies envy me, write on the walls
Wit ya life in draws, blue bandanas and stand tall
When the dope pop
at the trap,
Act a ass, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap,
Matter of fact, when niggas can't tap your hat,
We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack,
and Egypt
I'm like a prince for 'em
Sent for 'em by a higher power, they in my
In my style but
Catch me anywhere, my frequent flyer miles up
Local celebrity,
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