Lyrics:
album drop going up off tops
Now I'm smoking big dope its just me Megawatts
I tell lil baby I'm a P I got this shit from my pops
cnd these niggas steady
the deal, baby?)
[Shyheim]
Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's goin' change
Now it's us in the Range, God's giving us brains
Play the game, put my
[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,
You start movin 2000 ki's"
"Fuck Gaspar Gomez and fuck
The fuckin Diaz brothers! Fuck em all!
I bury those cockaroaches!"
"What they ever do for us
met the God Emcee, until now, it was all BC
I'm not gonna push a P, I'm not Pusha T
But I will push a tee with your face on a XXL
While my team's
whipped me by that willow tree
I used to be worry free; now that isn't me
Reality is somethin' I have trouble holdin' on to
Maybe it's 'cause I have nobody
to walk up, to me Sab and slap us
If I'm not in a flag ship, being jocked by bad chicks
Wearin' gucci bag clips you can give me a ass kick
Sir Daily I stunt
of y'all fake being woke look around
I mean, Can't you tell these murders are
For certain a way to control us all for
A supposed greater purpose?
This
these lazy frowns
Maybe S P Y will be a household noun
And my debut album I'll be hell of proud
And I'll perform in front of a sold out crowd
I'll be so
most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed
kids making fun of your trench coat
That's how students get shot up
Hating on us but you come to our show
(Fuck them niggas) I crowd surf and you let
of your trench coat
That's how students get shot up
[Kon Artis]
Hating on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggas)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
and tees is all on us
I still got fiends that owe
Me since back in ‘98
Trapping out their crib
Bagging up on nine plates
Always had beef, so I stay with
perfectionist and fussy
by the way.
Gnostix is us 3 + 3 always looking for attention like Fi Lusty
OMc coming through
Deadliest negro and im rolling 6 deep
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
i fire more arms than he ever did
that's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point why'all niggas in the right direction
the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write
so faded, broke wit a album
But bitches on my dick like I ate it
I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
Look you's a hoochie, want to do me,
is your time
Stop overthinking, stay optimistic
Yeah
Now at this time, I'ma have Strophic, take us to church
I thought we told them already, but I
Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO
Who don't
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling
life
Making money by making music
But I do this for a movement, thought you knew it
"Heirs to Christ's throne," that's what I proclaim
I don't care
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