Lyrics:
kickin it
By the time you witness it, your prime is dwindling
I’m coming out swinging like I’m at Wimbledon
My grind is infinite; bitches need to rise like
puffin stress ain't living right
But I ain't going out without my pipe
See every time I pull a load, I start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose
a Big Storm Rising
Can't ride it out cause the walls are thin
There's a Big Storm Rising
I'm watching my life go by
Under an angry sky
I can't stop
Across foreign lands huh shout out to chocolate city hundred crowns
Big up El Dee the Don and Illbliss too
Me and my comrades we get accolades across
jaw from a punch buggy
Sunnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last ?
Runnin' who
Fucking punk
Hit a speed bump coming through
A single shot
top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?
Well I hope you understand
You ain't shit
I pour out a little liquor (Uh-huh)
RIP to my niggas (Rest in peace)
I pour out a little liquor
Evil thoughts in your mind keep running through
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas
a race
(race, race)
Real hot is how I’m coming, we movin’ a different way
(a different way)
Big ballin’ I’m never falling, we flyin’ straight up today
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Follow up kick her out the place
Let me put my kids in her face
Giggle when I ask her how it taste
Rolling up woods by the day
Pouring up lean by the 8
I'm like wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let 'em in? I'ma show 'em out
Never know
Who's really down or just down
surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne, Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like
surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne, Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like
list, it seems like God finna forget ya
Feel like yo ass been knocked off the picture
Reminiscing bout my niggas used to toting big guns busting triggers
I knock ya pin and people write it down
I'm climbing now we never be coming up short in out efforts
Reflecting my passion the purest of essence, so
got alot to spend
Big racks coming out the top
Right when I land
Diamonds on me dance
She look like a fan
And if she tryna love OK
She gotta bring her
vest
Message from my gun plug attachments coming with the techs
Thinking he a big dog send that nigga to the vet
Pull up where you strap at he left it
carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
in my new built-up shoes,
So smart for winter or summer.
Undetectable in normal everyday use.
Look out there's a monster coming!
Bye-bye
I'm coming up you better move out of my way
I've had enough it's my turn to be setting the stage
Forever stuck in place I am not leaving this cage
To apologize for the smell
In advance of course
And I'ma end this
By saying shout out
To the Taylor Gang
'Cause them is my niggas
Chevy Woods on the way
move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming, running out the shower
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