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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
(Nunca)
No mumble rap or auto tune
Bihh I’m lyrical (Skraight like that)
By the way I be snappin’
Think it’s difficult
Music my only way out
Ima criminal
Listen, regarding you music and your playing, can you give me a little
background on when you started and how you started and how this
happened
on the field, you on the bench, we steady winning up by ten
Said, that's my twin, that's my twin
We be bangin' down, your block might turn around and spin again
ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
started to deal
Old days on that block just tryna makin' it real
And my bro had a uzi he was ready to drill
We was posted by the corner store
How many
Can't believe I made it
I'm just pharaoh from the block
Niggas want me dead
So I put trust in god
Always feel alone
But my niggas by my side
Bitch
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45
Gran Finale
Yeah
Illa
Brooklyn
Yeah
I be talking that raw
From the the the block
I'm the the the king of
The the the hot
And I might cruise by in
on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
got no time to waste and I ain't got no one by my side
I got these bottles on the table and the music's playing loud
Living life's the prize and I'm
the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
you for ya gat? Won’t get ya gat back
The shit y’all be talking is rap cap, Cap Rap
Pull up on ya block with a BIG MAC
Pull up in ya city looking pretty
If it ain't got the thump in the trunk, it don't knock
Got a million dollar spot on my block, it don't stop
Middle finger to the law, crooked cops
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
first to hit the block
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh
want smoke
So I took it on the road
Serve ya momma by the O
I had to get me a check
I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit
Yaow ohh
I'm on some hot
chilling with the wrong crowd
I wanna quit this music
Cause' it's long now
And any wrong how nuff' man never helped ya
But you never got to do it
Alcohol
and foot
I don't want to be no criminal
Still judging ain't in my book
My mama know i ain't no crook
With my music leave 'em shook
Niggas will find you
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
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