Lyrics:
I'mma let her go and be
She can be herself anytime that
She get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick in the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'mma keep
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
no o no
We spent hours of hours building go karts out of scraps
Only to find out we forgot to put some brakes on it
Nevertheless these generations
delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I knew from the jump I wasn't average
Switched up my ways, had to find a new strategy
Remember they used
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
crumble after the rumble
Urban souljah
Head it off, confident jet plane
Low fuel, escort it to the runway
Surely not gonna be a fun day
It's a gun
then I snatch they chain
On the gang
Judged by 12 then be put in the grave
With my gang
Gang Gang Gang Gang
Drive bys in a range
Gang Gang Gang Gang
low.
My heart is racing, like I got to move my feet. Urban jungle don’t hold nothing down on this planetary seat.
I’m a fool for a day, that’s what
Brody got it locked for days
Ain't saying much
But staying out the way
Word around town
Not too many make it to that place
In a state of mind
Where I
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C'mon!)
[Bridge:
at birth by my urban surroundings
Gravity won't allow me to fly
It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry
Resistance and drive fueled by hunger
What
more
Yo when Keith Lamar and Scott got shot by the cops
and Gregory Hill Junior got killed in his own garage
Yo they shot Javan Bailey and Jaqainy
the street one day
It wasn't in Philadelphia, thank god
I was talking into a walkman, not a Pac Man
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a a gang of young, rough,
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
that same feeling from '04
When my hunger was more, advice to you and yours
They say it's over for you, that's when you go overboard, okay?
Shit, I
you stressed)
High tide by the sea having beach sex (On the beach)
Right vibes in the sheets playing keith sweat
Respect's all I got for my wifey
I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass
Jeans by Amiri on when I'm rocking Republic (designer)
My niggas rockin' in public, they'll knock you down in the public (they will)
Keith just put them
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
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