Lyrics:
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at
One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's
with?
Them same niggas I make moves and I shout with
Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up
Like they can do better than me plus I'm fed
to push a button
Just get out of my way
'Cause I'm back
Ya, ya, get out of my way
'Cause I'm back
Uh, let 'em know
I'm back
Carlos Santana
Yes I'm
Bacardi and lime
(Baby Sham)
Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up
to
Finally, your attitude has the power of
Shaping reality in two opposite
Directions one that constricts and corners
You in with fear, the other that opens up
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
times we all
Get to live this life
That's one, don't waste it
You'd be way more successful with
Dax on your playlist
'Cause I rap about motivation, which
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
But the cord broke, sore heart broke
Still flat broke, with a dark hope
Try to keep hope, up a steep slope
No sleep
a sentence with uh-uh
Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, cause the only gator comes after Navi
To get where I'm at had to scuff of shoes
I don't look back had to chuck up the duece
My old group say that I act brand new
Plate getting full I
amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I ate
your self
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh,
games had washed out in the rain.
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule.
There's a couple newer places by the river but
west in my Scott phase getting mentored by Kanye
Then I moved East to the m state now I rep L in the same way
But I don't ever take none Ima stand up til
the thought and for the theory clearly abstract
Four is for the reformation reclamation rap track
Modern mixed with classic
Mix it up mix it up
It's the fodder
a hundred racks
It's a one
Yeah, Yeah
Monte Carlos and the cargos
Poppin' all these bands like I don't even wanna' buy those
On my high horse
Drop you with my
up on the motherfucking road
Hop in the mix mix mix Bragga
When we pull up I need it lit lit lit
If you can't go deep I don't want that nigga
I'ma
(ayy)
You know I had to stop through and check up on it
Uh, pulled the Monte Carlo out the driveway
Mashin' up the backstreet sideways
Get your
optical illusions
Run up on me
That chopper skip to conclusions
I don't give a fuck with your bitch
I'ma do her paul Wall with her, I'ma chop
Her and screw
dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit
And like you just got traded
Girl you don't know who you're playin' with
Oh yeah, oh yeah, my sound is what
it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
Who
some glass
I'll eat you up then eat your
Food with my greedy ass
See I smashed Freeway the free way
I ain't need the cash
I had to do it to Free
But now
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
'Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all
good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso
Fuck your man, bitches wanna fuck with young Khalifa
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