Lyrics:
Born elite don't need a coaching
They fail to see what I can how they Treated me was bogus
Shoutout my cuh billy when you hear This shoutout goated
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
better go and slow down (slow down)
Telling me gotta face it she the one and all the feelings (yay)
Got me uptight cause I ain't never been that right
a slug in my back
But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me
Now the fools better run 'cause this just drive-by Billy
Little black boy from
Bennett by the peach
Them niggas up that hill, they broke, no they ain't really gettin' cheese
Drop some shit, you get it, till I got so slimy
And I don't
I've never considered myself a thief
But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece
Especially if I strung it out over several years.
The first day I got me
What's poppin', what's the deal?
What's poppin', what's
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milly
straight out the gas mask
It's big b's nine tray billy bad ass
I'm selling coke whats the quote
I match that
Matter fact, I got them for half that
How many
shoot
I'm finna smoke him stuck like glue
Bitch I got my gun this not a range
I'm in it for the cheese not the fame
You signed that deal for nothing you
tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
lie damn I miss you
Try to keep my eyes dry
I can't help but ask why
You was chosen by God
Got yo wings so you can fly
You my angel, seeing life from
Yo ay
I got this shit
Middle class America middle class economy
Parents movin' to the 'burbs
We escapin' poverty
Pop's workin' full time
Mom's
niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
What? Who got shot?
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I
Intro
Ha ke robale tsotsi...
Hoseng hale chaba kere mask-e le spoti...
Ha ke hlaha bare ache li sothile...
Ha nkebe ke e pate ke toti...
Seshobana
can't miss
I got old money homie you's a jit
If I tap all my homies they gon’ slide
Run up in ya crib rocket by my side
And we know where you sleep you
the hot box
Got yo girl by my side you know she Is my snot thot
I don't ever miss you would've Thought i had Aimbot
Come around, Come around we Gonna gun
presence.
Gotty-no-shoddy-sawn-off-shotty-from-some sketchy-Sketty connect you got from New York City isnt it a pity, you are standing before the Soon to be
woah bro I told you no you don't recognise the godly presence.
Gotty-no-shoddy-sawn-off-shotty-from-some sketchy-Sketty connect you got from New York
the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of liquor can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't
could run
And I never carry a gun
So I cried for help
[Chorus]
And along came Hop-Along-Cassidy,
Maverick, and Billy The Kidd
I'd have been
could run
And I never carry a gun
So I cried for help
[Chorus]
And along came Hop-Along-Cassidy,
Maverick, and Billy The Kidd
I'd have been
Pull up to the Starbucks got ice in my cup
In a black Range Rover I upgrade the truck
You niggaz can't diss you niggaz cyaa diss
You know i doan miss
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