Lyrics:
On the block so it's like we just had 'em lined up
Fuck a deal nigga trust me, man I won't sign it
Ion fuck with these niggas, play with my life
You catch one
field
Think Kenner ain't like New Orleans you get yo stupid ass killed
And I'm that nigga that they call when it's time for a drill
I go by FNN FNN who
when you see me on the corner
And you see me hangin' out with them niggas on the block?
Don't care what it's all about
I'm (I don't love you no more)
another bottle of alcohol
With adderall again
Following followers
Call it what you want or
Word it however you gotta
But you gotta see the problem first
style that I be using, in fact black, it causes mass confusion
It's a fallout, when sucker MCs and crowds call out my name,
oh what a shame I got
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs
You want to bang then bang, nigga throw your set
Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project
That's right it's
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
grinding ain't going back
What do you really want from me, I dont think its you that I need
But now that it's clear to see, we just needed company
We just
what I want
Why would I worry bout them
If I don't give no (fucks)
Bitch better lower your tone, when you talk to me
Respect your elders
Remember,
so you can have some shade
But if it's still super hot that day
Then I will try to persuade for my kids to stop their play
And come man a stand and try
End, that's what I found out
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night
made a new bop I be dragging all on the track like i'm RuPaul
(Who that? RuPaul yeah)
Yeah
I'm that boy with the sauce they like what the fuck he got up
a records ain't nobody want to spin
A lame weak broke boy I was never one of them
They be rocking fools gold no it ain't gone glitter
You don't know by now
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
I'd love to have gold
But no, no, no, no I ain't selling my soul
You want it? Too bad cause that shit ain't for sale
It's barely for show
Ain't fuck
the scene
You know what I mean
Take one for the team
It ain't just a dream
Got a headache for 17 years, call it Christine
My flow so good, pristine
Take these
cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on the ball
Who you gonna call?
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
First you see a flash and then you smell
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
the blinds shut block the rays
There's no such thing as a brighten day
Nothing to heighten just rot away
You'll starve to death but you'll be ok
Yea I got paid
shut block the rays
There's no such thing as a brighten day
Nothing to heighten just rot away
You'll starve to death but you'll be ok
Yea I got paid just
or who ya wit'
Just know you won't be equipped to what it takes to break this krossed
out kid
I've got deez off dout clout cause I'm deez off doubt
I'm
have the fire and the cross
don't save your soul it's sour loss
collective soul, collective well
The new wine is dying on the vine
how much must you age
the Colgate
Bitch you offended, I know they gon hate me but ima full send it
Talking bout his block, you know ima bend it
He put down my homie so I'ma avenge
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