Lyrics:
know you seeing how I'm coming
I took your lil hoe but i really don't want her
Take a hit of my za you'll get put in a coma
I stay to myself cuz I'm
it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he
it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees s***
The glock to your head n****, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
yourself or
Dream about whatever I say just by the way I
Say it, It's mad
Words, vibrations, they can create
And they can also destroy
Ayy, well lemme
I’m randomly assigning
Every line that I’m writing a clever rhyme for good timing
So don’t think twice with your findings
They may appear to be one
demise
Judging they fear by the look in they eyes
My little scheme got em caught by surprise
Don't give info I'm a mystery
Take one step out and call it
Wanna go four for four
Buy a four by four
With an all-black matte
And a sunroof
You ain't seen nothing yet
Imma keep saying this
Til my legacy runs
know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go
Yo this album really gon hit
This shit really gon hit
No cap
Running in the end uhhh
Imma say this shit again, yeah
Imma say this shit again (and
of the story
I tell my life on beats, I don't cheat, Getting caught lacking I don't see
At night you hit my phone saying I can't sleep I pull up then we fuck
You
Oh I gave her D1, now she running back
Don't need guns, all my niggas keep the straps
Hit you with applause, only time you getting claps
Feds ask; I
I don't know how to start it
I feel like my head is clouded
I feel like since I was carted
To hospital I been out of it
Tachycardia hearted
My brain
it
My OG told my not to sing to these hoes but I could if wanted to
Don't like it then you better move
Top is where I'm gonna shoot
I can catch a flow
the ride we live we strive to soul rock reggae
Come together live the truth with soul rock reggae
I hit your heart from in the booth with soul rock reggae
really wanna know then you gotta hit up Dro
Why you tell me she was yours but she then choosing on the low
Man I'm living by a code and they calling me
in the 2 in 1,
Catch me in the 2 in 1
Live fast, die young
A man of my word or I live by the pun
Like I’m in the lambo,
Scissors doors,
Yellow roof,
your life as much as your possessions
Don't be a stupid nigga learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way
And it's better to live
Let me get
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
right here
We the Lunatics, no doubt
They wildin', they don't know
Ay yo
St. Louis is small but we still do it all
We hit the mall, we drink it
the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothin' can stop my ride
I hit the charts up like I hit a drive by
When my voice
hometown make you
Think you got the crown
You're not world renowned
Who's that? That's he
S to the P, I don't even gotta spell it
Drop another album
I don
black like a trip to Wakanda
Foundation laid, time to get to the tower
Mogul in my blood, don't need too much power
Just wanna ball, live my life
Discuss these by hits live album don mclean Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In