Lyrics:
a gangsta hit
Get up out our life, hoe
Get up off our dick, Trick!
[Chorus: Z- Ro]
Time to let the truth be tooooold,
It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys,
occams razor
Wait a minute hey
You you don't know you don't know
You gave hope to everyone
You don't know throw those cheap tricks out the door
You don't
Uh I'm in my bag you know what I'm sayin?
This for all the doubters and people who switched up on me
I stay solid till the day I die I can't ever
didn't know that I kick it funky and flow with it
Straight up out the O A K L A 'n' D
Coolin' all the bitches when I be on the late night tweak
Who's
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
N****s is sweet I’m exposing they ass
Yo talk is cheap, n***a go get some cash
Talking 'bout me, put his nose in the grass
Choppas on me, putting
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
last album
I'm just waiting on my brother to max out
Every show that I get, it be packed out
Five K for your team, you got ripped off
Spent a hundred
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-are, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
Intro - Onyeka
(Twik a Badman)
(Its Onyeka cgain God!)
(Beats by Jayy yeah)
(cre we live Rafiki fiki)
(Listen yaaaah)
(Onyeka)
They say they like
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
having what you need
Just got a manicure I ain't bagging up no weed
I'm sagging in my jeans ‘cause my credit card limit
Is large with traffic like
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
got them buns in my face
I got girls on the pole, like they tryna win a race
Free that nigga Tay K, I just got another case
We get drugged up
nah
Grab the track by neck
RKO up outta nowhere
Too much static, paranoia
Cooking something special for ya
Album coming soon man
They tryna join our
you an expert. And if that's the case
By my count I'm right around a 100k
And nowhere close to even being done today
Catching sun rays. Like I'm
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, peak up skirts,
for slaps from that d-cup nurse,
cackle his old gums lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick
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