Lyrics:
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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
Things might have changed but I'm still the same
The same crazy cracker from back in the day
I'm still blazing beats, still sipping Crown
I'm still
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
My nigga them folks riding bicycles among
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
got put on the shelf
Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some
in that
Foreign car outside they can't stand it
Low drop I'm from the south side but reprimanded
My time and my pride oh is left stranded
All I got is
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
Watts and South Central to Compton
I wish you could've been a fly on the wall in my dope spot
Leaning with a tuck in my drawers and I hope not
'Cause
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain
molded in Assyria
With processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted
Lil Wayne
Bitches lick my lollipop cause all eyes on me
West coast shit bumping out the EA
In the south my boyz popping shit like champagne
In
the boy a chance no problem
And I don't even need it no more
Let's be honest
I been top three in my city
Before the album even processed
They don't wanna
going down, December 5th
You heard it, y'all
It's gon' be in stores
It's gon' be the hottest thing coming out the South
Lil' J Xavier, it's your man,
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
the same number
Relocate from the North to the South
Tell em' bout me by the word of the mouth
I'll be alright cause I got that ticket
But in real life gotta
this album, wanna buy or sell?
Only got two racks, can't you tell?
I'm still in school, 'bout to ring the bell
Made out with your bitch in the backyard
a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
Nigga! To South Central L.A.!
Brrrgh!
In about four seconds, a killa will begin to speak
Now you can cross out the busters
Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals
First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still
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