Lyrics:
like Cucamonga, I'm way out
And you know I got the flow that'll never play out
I was raised in Cali just like a palm tree
I rock the mic from London
Ah
It's DA Kelvin Baby
Down town girl with the uptown Steeze
Oh na na na
Naughty by nature
Everyday we' hustling
Kudi baako p3 we out here hustling
just look how I Shitted no seated i'm squatting Wiping my Ass plotting on various Ways expanding my wallet for days When it rains it usually pours
Backwoods with that sticky
Just a black boy from the city
Used to living in the Dixie
Dreaded like a hippie
Gave your girl a lady stiffy
thats why
stops ahead
It's just a matter of time
It's just a matter of time
Could I be wrong
Maybe it's not so bad to live a slower life
Free from distractions
what we live
Get the money bag
You know we ain't got no ish
Get the money, got the breesh
Got this baddies on our skin
Got dem on a line a fleet
Ask by
on energy (Energy)
From Brooklyn to Paris we next
Living that lifestyle look at the specs (Specs)
From BK to London we next
You touch on my chain
You gonna
the news
Got a girl at home, but I'm just doing things she won't approve
With different ho's I pick and choose
Like I ain't got nothing to lose
In this life
Yeah trust no bitch
And now I'm in love with like two different girls
And now we just live in like two different worlds
I been thinking 'bout a way
Aye man shout out to New York and the UK
You know y'all been doing y'all thang
But y'all know where this drill sound came from
Look
Tell me who
Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles
Now we've got some UK rap-drill legends right now still
Felt this should've happened from long time man, nothing
of shit to keep 'em coming, you niggas feel me?
Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nothing
Just me and my niggas on tour, fronting and hitting something
on the road
mans like you get scared on the road
won't be moved by no 'brear' on the road
'mans' like you get air on the road
so just stick to pumping beats
your brain to subatomic particles
I breathe you in, and sneeze you out
You MCs, you live in the crease of doubt
That's why I swarm on your college
girl, get rid of that sap
He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat!
When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt
But once he
dodge and swerve
I can pull up to Diego or Atlanta
I just want that stripper cause she is a dancer
Pour the bottle out in the UK
Told these bitches don’t
I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir
Straight from
im in doubt
I got my mission in but still feel like I'm missing out
It's a stretch but I'm sure we can figure it out
I've been upset and just a little
rocks
Cuz other niggas basic as a White girl wearing crocs
I kept it really simple but had Gucci sunglasses
I wore them to the studio and just a couple
and you know we get it in
We courageous ain't no stopping us
You know we ain't gone bend
Not even for no fear, no doubt
No approval needed from men
We
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