Lyrics:
a better ball
Pitch black like the skies I'm seeing
In a whip that's designed by Europeans
Flip a switch, drop the roof, and blaze on by
Thumbing we turn
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin' on twenties
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she
Nobody knows all of the struggles and pain that's on my mind[00:04.65]You try to get me to open up to you, but I will not let you
agency, and they
fired me for being too depressing on the phone.
I maxed out my cards, I'm two months behind
in rent, I totally messed up my personal life.
here
Don't let nothing interfere
Slow dance in your garden by the river
I believe in God and that body is a temple
Put you on a pedestal
No one gets
Illegal glocky is on me, I can't get caught by cameras
Illegal Glocky is on me, I can't get caught today
If any nigga run up on me, I'll shoot his heart
Fluctuate
Up and down
Right and left
Work around
In the space
Pick a place
Press the button
Crane goes down
Each time I think I caught a grip
That's
a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by
know I had to kick him in the mouth
Just like Lil' Bro said, you know that nigga is a rat
If your bitch don't come home, I'm pulling on her tracks
I
Boy ain’t you looked around and noticed we livin in the hood?
You seem to be determined to spend time out with that thug.
so Let me get my .38 to let
The wise understand
I move so mystique on streets
I'm hardly on the gram
Niggas get jammed up and damn
Land up in the can
Ya chic tired of using her hands
& get it
Bobo that's my slime
He as real as u could get it
Have no choice but to
Bless the booth when I'm in it
Taking these drugs to heal us up
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
What did I just spy with my lil eye
I caught a fuck nigga tryna pray for my demise
Slow it down lil baby we gon catch 'em by suprise
How I'm feel
and my homies gettin' smoky by the ocean
Coulda caught me earlier in life, but I'm past that
I can't fuck with no one if I see an op I blast that
Made
the smoke in the air
I'm on the way up
Ain't a way y'all could play us
No
Proto Flavor
Want to taste some major
Moto racer
I be on that
See you later
One
a glock 9,
Caught him lacking by his lonely
I can show her a good time,
And I know she like to party
Pull up in a SRT no rari,
Don't want my old bitch sorry
change, most of which Ends up in the pockets of the CEO
You will be able to cite specious data, demand the economy be shut down and then Expect to carry
One for the money, two for your girl
Three for your life now I fucked up your world
Do you like how it feels to be bit
In the neck by a snake that
Yo, how we gonna come up today?
How am I goin' to eat tonight?
This world is a beautiful struggle
Just tryin' to find a plan to come up
You know what
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
him caught up in the middle while you fuckin with his revenues.
Chorus:
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
U niggaz just snitches
Death row is
Yo Canibus man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man, you were boomin'
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know what
Yo Canibus man, what's up, man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man, you were boomin'
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know what
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