Lyrics:
many Poppin pills the fam gone lose y'all any second (aye)
Bitch call me in the AM she wanna fuck me off the honey
I been tryna hit this bitch for so
of the album you’re listening to
The girl I been talking to most of the year hit my DM bout how embarrassed she was by it and how much her father wouldn’t
the album I dropped for the street and I re-tarred it
Crack up on it like a phone screen All the bills blue if it's green, block it
I don't need a 10 in these
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You
Labels, special in the charts
Hard, staying with me
And by the way, I didn't say yes, I said maybe
So crazy, out my brain like my name Stacy
Bee married me,
Ey
Ey
Ey
Uh
Verse 1
Wake up’n I’m out my zone, like Malcom stoned chillin wit al capone’ never out I’m home,
But Thas how the fuck goes
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
reppin, beat them down if you head me
[Chorus]
I done seen some brighter days
I done seen a lotta hate
My album hit a 100,000 now shit been goin my
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
[ CHORUS ]
I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit
Can you bring this?
Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it
Nothing
Who is Malcolm with no Penn Davis
No album no apple playlist
No Al Covani just Alex
He never picked up a camera
I never picked up a pen and I never got
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
your arms, chewed up by animals
(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in
you done heard about these ballers
We puttin' it down 'til ya platinum
Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass album
We out, comin' in
P.I.W written on the earth/ see every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt/ Oh
Verse 1 > Al Billz
Crack ya watermelon knock the seeds outcha/ bodies get
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
By Step übernehmen
Komm komm
Komm check die Gang ist wieder mal vereint
Buy Or Die
House Of Arts
Way out gehen auf eins
Pushe Pakete bis wir mal oben
on that passenger side with
JayBac, Doc Lek, and Al B they been with me since I had the sidekick
So I'm ridin', with my click of brothers
Hit up any
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