Lyrics:
the TV
I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic (uh)
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game
the TV
I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic (uh)
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game
keep that on the under
I fell in La Marina nigga, that was on a Sunday
Top drop on the Phantom, pistol by my stomach
Real niggas, stand up (stand up),
not talkin bout Russian
I start up my car by the press of a button
Now I'm on top everybody my cousin
Shit fuck wit my head thought I had a concussion
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a rolce
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you
the Face
Tell Death
The Devil said Hello
I'll shoot up the school
Worse than sandy hook
I'll be feared more than
Autistic kids have ever feared Books
matter what they say you can only be a king once
Yo king's dumb, I'm in control of my kingdom
Guarded by God's army and nobody could ever breach them
Be
fuck around and break a bone
Cuz me and my niggas, you know that we snapping
Fuck a deuce, I poured a four
The marijuana, yeah that shit got me laughing
Trench baby I’m comfy there
Not the Four seasons
Don’t ever Ask why I do this shit
I got four reasons
And they all breathing
In a game full of odd niggas
inside the Folgers
Only way I'll ever fold
Street fact ain't never told
Pick a drug I probably sold it
Bending corners sell aroma
Diamonds on la costa
down the block with the coke in the sock
Bandana out the pocket blues the only one we rock
South Side in the house don't ever forget
Pelons all around
the kitchen
Spread open and stuck in a zinger chicken
When I fingered myself it was finger lickin'
Then I got fucked by the Statue of David
I fucked myself with
and 50s
Hunnids might be blue
Making some plays in a Honda Accord
She got a car, but she hardly afford
Pull out the 4 by 4
But I hop in the coupe for
setlist
To ever exist?
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in
being southern's not just
Being in the South
When I look out on all this
How can I call this home? (La-la-la in the land o' cotton)
These men
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party a lot, we used to be in
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party a lot, we used to be in
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
needa give a disclaimer like that nowadays
And peep the lyricism too, y'all sleepin' on it
Like the pressure rose
I'm the next to blow
I ain't ever gon'
Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
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