Lyrics:
by like adios
Spacing
Out of earth not relating
Metal to his mouth
Give the fuck nigga braces
Hatin all I
Hear nowadays
Repoin AMG
Is all I see
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Don't front, choppa dump
My bitch pretty, I fuck from the front
Took an L, I came back and I won
Boy lost
summer you ain't make the list
All my life been gettin cut by rich
You sure you like girls my nigga The way you ridin dick
Age just a number when you
and start tearing they ass up,
Don’t ask me if I got it on me
That’s stupid lil homie,
The answer is yessuuuh
(VERSE)
I’m not alone, never by myself,
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
You know the name, bitch
While I'm blowing a spliff
Y'all should know it's the kid
They call me Kas' or Mr. Crayon Box
Jump out the Coupe when the Tom crayon fox
Jump out
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
I think I'm AL-K
Wait I fuckin’ am
Sittin' on my own weight
Gain it by gram
Young boy used 2 hook off
And scoop slam
Name and Rank
Been saluted
smokin but I'm
Tryin to keep my poise
But if my momma tell me some'n
Missin from her jewelry box
I'ma probably be trapped by my
Peers in a jewelry box
I
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)
[Danny Boy]
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah
[Liffy Stokes]
I woke up early Saturday morning
my flow
Eenie miney mo
I grabbed her by her throat
Next thing that you know
Sitting in jail with the rocks
She done told the cops
They don't wanna let
break a myth
We all running out of time
Until my number’s called keep a gunner by my side
All these different religions
And all these different decisions
the bird you can call it a sign
I came to body em, I'm never worrying
Thinking bout numbers leave that to the followers
Talk so much shit are they rapping
just throw me the right number
Northside outside you better keep your mouth quiet
Take em down in the water shawty got baptized
Crook by the book why
your muhfuckin OG nigga on my life that boy would get dropped too
Since you wanna make this a number game get eight by these seven point six twos
Two two
up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
I remember after school, sat in bus seat number 2
Miss Yolanda said no talking, I could never follow
LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring
You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh
(Breath) proceed with caution,
bars; I stay away; don't chu aim at my scrilla
I had these bars destine faith write them 8 by 8
The angel numbers is the code to your safe
While these
keep buzzing
Just talked to my cousin
I'm number 1
Ain't no need for discussion
I see the corruption
Got dimes by the dozen
I got the drop on some opps
Might OD if I don't stop
You couldn't last one day in this red box
(red box)
I just took my life and put it on a dope beat
(beat)
Ask about 'em in
motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds
So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap
Hit 'em again
Know I got a cow song
Then I got a plant song
'Fore I swing my swan song
I'ma swing a hacksaw wherever the hacks are
Boy Sand
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