Lyrics:
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
grassroots resistance to private prisons
Won't lie
Kinda been waiting
Happy Tara taught me the art of documentation
Turned it to an album
It's been 2 years
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's a moment of true heat
Roberto & Danny trying to live what
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
attacked
6'3 In my duck boots
I'on sneak by, I'on duck dudes
Real nigga, no stunt dude
Neva been sus but I fuck dudes
Yo click mad but I touched two
Thinkin' they can play two notes on a keyboard,
And come up with a song like ours,
Your mixtape stinks like a fart (fart noise),
My album's a slut in
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him
Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
1]
[Chorus 2]
[Yung Joc:]
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank
man's lending
Me his linden forty-two shots depending
On whether or not the clip is full to the top
We busting caps non-stop
Blazing in all the shows
Cos' we done this befo'
And we been there fo' sho'
But still we instillin' projects
That next Zilla Complex
We got y'all subjects
Necks boppin' full
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some
basis
Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases
This is a city full of culture and different races
Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages
u must go harder
can't u see that two wings? angel's on me, go harder
Verse2
go harder with my bros, told em fellas we gon eat
주머니 가득 full of O's,
my car
On your project, I guess, I'm the dopest by far
Look for me to cook ya beat then we can sell 'em dope tell ya' though
I never sold crack
Some
delayed
But then this gift of time arrives and all the plans can be remade
The three day weekend lies before me, pregnant, full of promise
I really don't
know how to swallow it
Cheese he means
Excuse us, please
This the N and the G: Project PNC
If you don't mess with we'll allow you to leave
For those
Yo
(Gonna open this album out with some) Some of that hip hop
(Lyrical spiritual miracle, uh lyrical spiritual miracle) Yeah-yeah
to the homily
Grab the mic to preach whole team finna eat
Worldwide Ape Entertainment be the next TDE
But the songs don’t be mixed by Ali
They be mixed by
think Wu-Tang Clan said protect yo neck?
Man this game nowadays full of way too much negligence,
If you f***** with the gang I'll leave you hangin by your
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