Lyrics:
Shit, bro
I could talk a lot of game and smack you right up in the face
Do you have any idea what it's like to be in pain?
I know I've got a clue but
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory
beam on the aim
Thotty with the shits she gon' tell me where you lay
Then I pull up broad day with the K , Aye
Pull up broad day with the K
Your life is
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
payin' homage
You know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm
Like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
Yo, prepare for the massacre
Kill the driver and killl
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
ain't poppin', keep 'em on they jaw
Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain't have no job
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me, too
Never died,
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
Ghetto children used to play in the creek
Used to wake up and go strike every week
Face my opp dog i cant even sneak
I remember i was hustling cheap
Now
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
Tuson, Houdini, put that nigga in the trick bag, it's easy
Talked big shit when I was broke, cuz I knew that I'd be up
Now I got it, now I'm still talkin'
to contemplate how to penetrate
Without taking her out on a date
We cheap as hell but we getting paid
One album away from being made
My niggas make this party
the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights
Gun play, how I got the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
to think
What's been going on in my sleep?
The devil got some tricks up his sleeve
I went bought a property I could have bought a AP
I fucked that hoe she
to me, I'm an intentional freak
Get to fucking on the beat, yeah
Get to fucking on the beach
Miami on Christmas Eve, yeah
I got tricks up my sleeve, yeah
I
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
turn you up
And I'm thinking big things
I'm thinking about mortality
I'm thinking it's a cheap price that we pay for existence
This is the moment that
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
albums if you were selling for free
What about that Walmart angry bird? (Devin!)
You got emotional on a made-up award
Yo whole personality is sucking off
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
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