Lyrics:
RSK - EXPOSED LYRICS - PRODUCED BY BUGZ RONIN & WIZZLE
Girl ur Hot and cold
Hook:
One day u just try to be my homie
Next day u dnt even care
this adrenaline in my soul
Gotta reach the goal
I do not know
If imma live, or die tomorrow
Time is of essence, so I'll letcha know
Once I'm on top
If I
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
fellas blast berettas
After cash and cheddars way before covid niggas embarked on masked endeavors
Pussy was trash I gave her 2 swirls and 1 pump
IAMGAWD
And I ain't never worked a triple beam
But I gotta get this
Cream that's by any means
Milli'on milli’on
Shareff even my nigga Dean
We straight hit tha
Intro:
Alright, now let's do this (Flesh)
Knocc Out and Flesh, my glock to techs
We comin' 2 serve ya (BG Knocc Out)
Knocc Out and Flesh, with tha
nun less
five four three two one I'm up next
I'm making boss moves
No I don't play by the rules
I got my own style
So no ain't no way I can lose
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
hommi after you die.
Verse 2
Will the killing ever cease, It?s like we got a sick disease, that makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets,
believe that I'm ready to die
Feels like the matrix, this life we living is a lie
I had to close my eyes and I had to pray to God
Dropped on my two knees,
turned cold and got dry on me
Got opped out cut ties with me seen close fam just die on me
Another page in my diary hardaway forreal but it inspired me
favorite spot to eat I'm bout to go run up a bag u kno
Tht u feel in my swag I might just go buy me a jag u kno tht
I stay wit tha cash ballin hard 2k bout
Intro:
Alright, now let's do this (Flesh)
Knocc Out and Flesh, my glock to techs
We comin' 2 serve ya (BG Knocc Out)
Knocc Out and Flesh, with tha
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide
(Wide, wide)
And you don't stop, yeah
Kurupt from Tha Dogg Pound
Down with my niggas
From
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with niggas from Long Beach
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
before he ever tied his shoes
Just a call away
Was never easy getting money, Penny Hardaway
Pissed by peions, police, and people
Know evil, ego they feed
die before they turn teens
We help by recording the scene
Or making scene
Fuck all the talk bout my gear
Rocking shit Yeen never seen
All my shit beam
the green like i'm gardening, I shoot my shot like hardaway just tryna get a penny for all of my siblings
I was in detention for like every single lunch
Never
hold me down shawty Now hold me down
Tha feds trying to lock me down
Is you gon hold me down? yeah!
Yeah mane, HBE!
I did all this shit by myself mane
the feelings by fueling with a word of true
Like i roll a die from pack of crew
Let the beat to moove our kids to groove
Game over bhot suna jhute logo ka
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