Lyrics:
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
shoulda knew you would lie
Fuck it I aint got no wife
Fuck it I aint got no wife
I gotta live by my life
I gotta do this shit right
City on back like a new
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
put to death but freed by Jesus in my soul
Black hoodie rap, my version of church clothes
Kill all misconceptions with the verse though
I know this is
my eyes red like they bleed
No matter how stoned I get I guarantee
That I hop in the studio throw on a beat
Never gonna skate by like Birdhouse
Smoke
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young niggas monsters
They cheese when they kill them
44 long, it gon' beat like gorilla
Dior
dollars on a double cup
Got yo bitch on these nuts, I'm a give it to her like tree trunks
I beat it up, I'm T'd up, on folknem big G's up
Smokin reefer, no
Bout to set it off like the motherfucking summertime
Jump out the whip
Jump out the whip
Bout to set it off like the motherfucking summertime
Some will be your favorites
But only one of us is HowToBasic
It's a bird, it's a plane
The sky's gonna fall
Psych! I'm Mary Poppins, y'all
Parachute
kendrick lamar
Pulling my strings out one by
One like a guitar
Taking the air out my lungs
Extracting it out the top like a jar
Hold up
As i light i thought
Tryna make up a millions
Won't stop till I go get it Walk on my old boy on my chain
Out there a nigga tryna take it Make a wave, take a break
Speak a fact
Really go dumb, you not smart enough
Callin' my line, they all in my face, huh
They wanna know how it tastes
Stay in your line, boy, stay in your place
Huh
pursuin' my paper chase
'Cause the chase is on because it don't stop
I got the beat and got the rap you make the Glock pop
So treacherous suckas
the destination hard to make the right move
Tell me how to work it out when I ain't got the tools
Why put in the time
Making beats and writing rhymes of feelings I
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
out your kids
This is no place for you
Or other weak men to live
You won't last long
You got about a week to live
Ya boy so cold
About cold as it
out so I can have funds to stack it up for studio time and have fun
Been a long wait, I'm ready for action Learn to separate from all the distractions
me fall
Yea imma don , rockstar
Call me young author pop star
She wanna go up imma take er to mars
When I get off the weed i'm the boy wit da bars
I'm
Man what they gotta say about us
It don't really matter, cuz at the end of the day, we coming out on top
I won't ever show no fear, I was in
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
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