Lyrics:
ball shot worse than brick
You don't know ur own father
Deine Mutter ist ein Gegner
Yo ass look like Reiner
L1k pull up like Eren Yeager
If my bars be
a dynamo
Destruction is what lazy people do when they get bored
I'm sick and tired of chaos - order will be restored
When you live by the sword, then you die
ignore US.
*produced x L. MARX., Dhani Sol, Keenan Davis*
(additional vocals by Jimiece Jasmine)
as the summer's on, I took the winter off in
L.A. 'cause the city's too cold but I'm heating up, soon as I drop the album
We on an island like Friday in Robinson
yeah we be the truest
Chorus: computer voice
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
you ain't know ask my shorty how I be coming
Tell them niggas go eat some vagina man and stop all of that dick sucking
If I fuck around and h-h-hit that
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n****s
and then he'd get a cab
He got a gift, hundreds of thousands, it's written in his path
Corey too stuck in his ways to chase a dream
He'd much rather be
check a bag
These niggas be hating inferior minds
Could tell I'm from the pole you could peep by my grind
Fuck if I'm gonna I already shine
Could tell by
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together
bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on an album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
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
where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Dres --
Be the be -be , L-L-L, L-A-see-K
S-H,
sing
As far as I can tell ya
Yahweh really loves you
Many times I failed but
Christ healed all of my wounds
Know this life is hell but
That RUACH living
made a whole album
I tell them I know
You see me riding by
You don't gotta act like you know who I am on the inside
Young triple Five, best thing you'll
crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming
I'm back! and fully reloaded
All of these cats, living in moments
Wait for the flash, then they keep going
Stab at your back, forgivable motives
Tell
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
you think about that
I been on a money mission
Chased down by these pretty women
They all tryna get in my bag
No no no no no
Tell me what you think
they go aye aye aye
Might be the best song on the album, yeah you know im gonna make more albums
No more scammer j that dude fucking sucks at making
three yea
Album just dropped tell a bitch gone
Play that through
I need the Rari the Patek the
Mansion the money
Ima need the Maybach too
I can't believe
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