Lyrics:
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
mom's basement so we had to go back to your place
Throw on that Ron G r&b blend tape
Had the fat chain, medallion looked like a dinner plate
Poetic
(hey)
‘Cause you know that we
Live by the beat ‘til the end of the week
Can’t rest like Imhotep (Oh!)
If you don’t move your feet, then I don’t speak
We
hits, fuck that, that many bricks
D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
'Cause it turned into
pro
Double 22 I’m in the backseat wit a foh foh
Look out fo sho I done bounced out on the pogo
Imma, Imma, pop up wit sticks
Flick of the wrists
Sharp
In a '92 Chevy a summer fixer upper
Said meet me by the lake, don't worry 'bout a number
Thought I can't catch a break, but I went to discover
On 90
taking this throne JD my Lean
Gotta check my tone then i light my weed
Gotta check my grow cause i dont smoke seeds
Gotta chain its clean and its all CC's
catch a breeze by the river side (side)
Bet I change your mood with the moonlight (Moon light)
Or you can play this until you feel right (Until you feel
Indian Drill goes hard
Hard like CC and Pop(Smokeeee)
cin't bizzy no drugs, popped like G-easy ain't leaving no shrugs
Pussy like rappers been
Like a nigga selling hard glass
Skrt skrt
Got my chevy skiddin sideways
By ways
Leave a drip on the highway
My way
Letting pieces hit all day
I'm
Free Striker Free 6andz Free Sav
No member of mine has been beaten or stabbed
How u saying that shit in your disstrack?
You think u winning cause
when I'm working
Still got Xans in my pocket
I put your bitch on the Xan
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna play with the bands
I put the bands
when I'm working
Still got Xans in my pocket
I put your bitch on the Xan
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna play with the bands
I put the bands
Let let's just go
We a savage when we high we so lit we so fly (fly)
Catch the fucking vibe man we do this all the time
We a savage when we high
Let let's just go
We a savage when we high we so lit we so fly (fly)
Catch the fucking vibe man we do this all the time
We a savage when we high
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
the middleman
She said yo JKE wagwan I'm your biggest fan
Hit it from the back, big ass and it taste jus like cinnamon
Fuckin in the backseat, spacious minivan
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
It's about time that I talk my shit to these niggas, let em' know who the fuck that I am
You have ever had the baddest bitch laying on your mattress,
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
of the tracks
In the backseat of a stolen Cadillac
I had my first cigarette before I could walk
And I was strummin' this guitar before I could talk
'Cause
Yeahh you know they not really living how we living forreal (Forreal Mane)
We gotta tell theses niggas to Catch up (Forreal nigga) (Yeah)
(Og)
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