Lyrics:
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Big blocks got it lookin like a warehouse
Pull up homie ask me for my whereabouts
Young boys new guns tell em air it out
My barrel blinkin fast no
let you know that I'm not gonna quit
Unless my tracks get discovered by that kid
And then they decide that all my songs are lit, yeah
Brothas never get
homage
One day you'll see my album in stores
I got a lot to live for I gotta make it out my block is piss poor
And they all depending on me
You got beef
it in the family I'm fucking her sister
Slide down yo block with a pole like a stripper
Red dot hit his face pop his ass like pimple
I get the bag than
he whacked
I'ma get it rockin', Mary Poppins, pull up, get the poppin
These niggas ain't gon' be able to fuck with me with this new album that I'm
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
Lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye-lye
I can't lie, I get high, high, high
Yo, in New York we smoke chocolate
Keep a loaded gun in the cockpit
And almost every night, we on the block lit
everyday I want my grands up
I weren't the kid in class front row with my hands up
But somehow I still pass
Hit yard and still bar
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Commercial
from retail stores for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it to kill your artist with
My hundred sharp cartridge hit whoever's starting
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma need a new house Babies need some new shoes
I went and bought a new chain I
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
the wrong, didn't think so movin' on.
I'm working on my new album if you singing songs.
But rap is what I does.
Turnin' twenty soon, then 21 then 22 like
play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
Ayy, fuck goin' on (yeah)
Ayy, uh
Ayy, niggas bussin' just like Mr. Biggs
Count the guap, go load the chop' and hit the block and split a wig
High
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