Lyrics:
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
can't live a life where I've always got Comfort
All these lil boys are my sons, no Mumford, i'll hit a lil move quick on em like Shumpert
Pump fake
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
backing out, no fucking restart
Just plug me in so I can recharge
You a stain on my brain, you just a skid mark
Just stay in your lane, or hit by the car
Gotta reject the charter start a new chapter
TJ with the pen, don't judge a book by its cover
Hit the 3 point shot for the win at Saratoga
We
the run back
Hit his spine if he do live he'll be walkin around with the hunchback
I'm takin off like a launch pad
I can box too hands dumb fast
Cause my
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
career's a prophecy now
Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hit the stores it's sold out
Like these
Retaining your thirst
Dynamite be making it burst
When they hit reverse
Imma keep my eye on the prize
Destroying their lives
So tell 'em
[CHORUS]
I
the digits (digits)
If you need it hit me (hit me)
Always keep it with me (know that)
Undercover boss, you can call me Ross
I can't take no loss (nope)
All
'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
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