Lyrics:
know you don't wanna hear the truth
I know you hate the fact that I actually have the proof
But I just need you to believe
I'm talking the good, the bad
With the crew we live the dream yea
Bitch can’t join the team yea
Flashing picture they might put me in a magazine yea
Two tone
Flashin my ability
Yea,
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
(Voice box)
Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew(2x)
(Tray Deee adlib)
Yeah!(2x)
(Tray Deee)
Comin from the city where no pity is
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
Two presidents and we blowing presidential
See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day
Rest in peace
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
telling lies
Corrupted cops taking black lives matter fact make that AK rise
Bun bad-mind I hope you die
Rules to this shit if Dom P call you to do the hit
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
The Titanic set sail on April 10, 1912, with 2,223 passengers and crew on board. The ship's captain, Edward Smith, was a highly experienced mariner who had been
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
Dead by 31 that's the s**t i'm looking at
I don't want that, i don't wanna live in traps
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
the place is bad news
And didn't even
This ho from another crew she picked it up and used it
Her boyfriend's trippin' and jumpin' on her case
My homie
twenty miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports by Al Rourke
If you're not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gaudy metal for those who act fool
breath
Two brothers back to back
Missing one brother but we'll finish the track
Me and my crew, we used to be so tight
But ever since he gone I keep
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
Sex, sex! Freaks, freaks!
'Bout to get nasty in this muh'f..
Where my freaks at? Uh, get live with it
Yeah, uh, let's go
If you wanna f..k
Don't gotta be your best but I'm in your Top 3
I can take yo girl with no designer on my t
Yo need a dope track gotta run it by me
Gotta run it by me
up
If u got wood smoke sum
If u got pill pop one
Pop 2
Get lit with the whole crew
If you got a wood smoke some
A blunt roll up
If you got a drink pour
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
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