Lyrics:
Remote location, witness protection, they gon' hold ya
The streets got me fucked up, y'all can miss me
I wanna represent for us
New revolution was up
and send, a few shots towards your friend
Because if I do then he need it, massive ego watch it bend
Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new
to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
searching for something that might not exist
Too many Ls might light up a spliff
All by myself cause it never fails
And I never felt as enlightened as this
the reaper coming for you
When you got talent, you never know who out there plotting on you
And I reached out, simple, no, I'm not kissing nobody's ass
Yeah,
was all up on my own with nobody
Feeling like I'm nobody that's important
Nobody got my heart cause nobody gave they heart fa so long to me
So longg
like Jaden
No lil kid shit, we X rated
Got my ass out, take it to the ground
Friends right by me, they all cheering now
No stress from me, we're all
"stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit, grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scoota '97, crop pick
Sick of y'all niggas lookin' at me
on down|Pass one around|Smoke in the air|Hey we can all share|Kinda feelin|(A little private party next to the water)||Christmas lights on all night|Spinnin them
up no matter how hard we fell
You couldn't even kill us when they tried to poison the well
Now we've become something that can never be killed
Never be
thing excite me
And I don't fuck with new niggas all day one niggas beside me
We got thirties, ridin' round tryna do a nigga dirty
Try and burn me,
was written I'm just living it
Believing in the dreams
Of that little kid belittled
But you never killed his will
All he wanted was to live forever
mama (with my baby mama)
Might spend a little bit on marijuana
And maybe (baby) we can buy a way to heaven, and just pray we never die
Living for
typing on twitter you constantly bitchin
Bout problems that the third world would pray
You ever drank muddy water cause that’s all u got where you stay
Rappin 4 Tay it don't make me none
Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way too real
I know they never have some real dick
They
to elevate
The team will celebrate
Okay
I got all this energy
That's festering
Guarantee my enemies
Will one day by my centerpiece
On my kitchen table
Next
[Verse 1: Joey BADA$$]
I'm lit, you litter, not more lit man something we get rid of
And I never been a swimmer
So how'd this little nigga made his way,
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr.
like the Jews on the Gaza strip
They say I'm a pimp, I reject the notion though
That'll never mix, got that oil in the ocean flow
Never spending all my
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
Golden Arm never uses weapons
Says he doesn't need them
He says using his bare arms is the best
And he's probably right
Nobody's beaten him yet
Just
the
Streets and I stay wit' that heat
Don't mess wit' nobody but
You running over me
I swear to god I ain't havin' it
Steady spendin' that money, we run it back
the girls so so hyper
We make 'em say dad a dad a da
Pulled up to the party
In a black Lexus jeep (yeah)
Hop up out the whip I'm feelin' freaky (ohh)
Wen i was rockin im binaca bana vi sous jeans
Its like ive been in the cold
But now im fired up onn all ready to go
Got this game tied up on eva since i
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