Lyrics:
gaze sends you to the ground
I’m pound for pound
Now do the fucking race
I’ll turn up the bass
I’m bringing the heat
Ya ear drums ringing
When my guns be
I done told you road life
Ain’t what it might seem
Where I’m from we do wrong
For the right green
But at a price could loose your
Life for some nice
Give a fuck bout my hater i hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in new players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight
friends are designers
Fucking with me, then your past stay behind ya
Just answer this question, I can't fuck with liars
How many telfars you got?
I'll get
and hit your face through the diner menu
Your body get numb, you swallow your tongue
Cough up blood, that's the work I do, what
I lick shots for my
Walking by your doley in the street you feel the pressure
Them niggas catch you lacking, they gon get you
They don't play around to put you
wanna borrow your attention for like
45 minutes if that's okay with you look
Life is so crazy
Niggas saying that they made me
What am I? Can you tell me
discussing with the teachers
About the grammar and wordplay
Leave you asking the nurses, why that boy can't coldplay
Ugh, I mean I'm gone get it good
Ugh, I
stop living your dreams
I do it for the fam and the team
Mack goin go get it by any Means
Imma go get it I promise
I'mma keep it real I promise
Woke up
Honey check it, tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends, shit we can do this every weekend
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah,
Get gone kid, before I get in that zone kid
Stop all that damn begging
And go on get your own kid
You know you wrong dog
Just cause I'm on dog
Think
'm killing beats
Yeah, yeah
Did it mean anything to you
Or did I get used
Do you feel abused
Do you feel misused
I just want the truth
You need someone new
Is
a quarter back like Russell
I can help you put the missing pieces to the puzzle
This that cold weather hustle
Better bundle up
cnd keep that stick by ya
know I flow like a psycho
Like it's Geico for your iPhone
Like a drive by while you drive home
Like Thanos with the 5 stones
Why you always gotta
Jonn
dough
Everybody get the same time if you ain't doin what you doin wit your time can't be mad at me
Ima play the game how the game go
Watch out
to L.A. Where you can still cheap stunt
Can I get a witness?
Black entrepreneur here, can I get some business?
Taking out a loan, not asking for-givness
And if you can't get pass all that shit your mama said
And all them lies and scrutinize she put up in your head
I understand you love your mom not trying
get from a gunfight but can't stand the comedown.
When you become a rapper you open up your life to people,
Everytime I do a show, I show a little
the both of us
Your forte's not deceit
You stay moving foul
And I still can't believe
We went from meeting once a week
To fucking like some freaks
And now I
that's more candles to light (pray for 'em)
I'm screaming call your bet out as I shake my hand with the dice (what you got?)
If you a hustler in
stop fighting for freedom
I'm trying to stand out from the rest (wee), I can glide on the beat with no stress
If you don't do right you get left in
friend ask me
He said
T. Sam, when you coming back to rapping? (yeah)
I don't wanna let what I put out be down and trashy (mmh)
I can't just do hip-hop
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
Ironically, I need to scare you straight
Because this shouldn't be how we roll
We get these ideas and we just can wait
But there is a price
You
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