Lyrics:
lyin' man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin' y'all man
They wanna see y'all get fucked up right there man
Keep ya eyes on me
tryna follow me
But I know they plates
Yo bro, it's Fuck12 talking right now
Live and direct from HMP palmer
Kicking with my you know how dat shit go
But
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
by the streets I don't know about you
I don't know abboout you,
Trynna hit a lick cuz I got too,
Ain't shit changed but the money made
I was raised by
Why oh why must you swoop through the hood
like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
up
life, open yo eyes to see
If we was raised a lil different, my dawgs wouldn't be out here deceased
My lil brudda locked up, we counting down waiting for
I do this sh*t here for Scotland County!
North Carolina!
All of my n***** who reppin' the dime!
I know some crips and I know some slims who poppin
phone off so don't dial
Dis right here is dat no style, I don't know how I do the shit
I'm true to this
True religion, they takin' swag with no permission
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
can't
Handle the game
What is you niggas insane? You
Don't want it with' dis
Keep my name out yo' mouth
You don't wanna get dissed when I diss you
I
on the internet
Richard Millie right here in the trenches where we sittin' at
He try cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fence is at
They don't
thats a no now
You aint got no money boy u lowdown
Niggas u aint neva seen yo kids so u hoe now
They said that im better by myself like im a pronoun
Im
Damn I like yo taste
You know shit get messy
Gotta keep it all place
(Keep it in place)
Never say I love you girl so why you feel a way
(Feel a way)
Feel
ain't got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio,
[DCQ:]
[Peace] Peace
[Who dis?] The God 2
[Yo whattup son?] Nothing much, maintaining you?
[Right] I just came out the bing and shit is mad real,
Damn
Yea baby could you, him
Pass daddy that
Drink right there
Man, look
Every word I speak is some player shit
Ion even know how y'all hate a bish
round here
There ain't impossible, no
I ain't afraid, knowin' shit's gotta change
One day it'll never be the same
Just look into my heart you can
round here
There ain't impossible, no
I ain't afraid, knowin' shit's gotta change
One day it'll never be the same
Just look into my heart you can see
indeed a few mc's they just don't know what they doin
'cause when I smoke the blunt, nigga
They just had the blunt canoein'
So yo, now I gotta dis cause
Bitch wanna fuck kuz she say
I'm articulate
A one weed yea dis shit
Is magnificent
I'm ballin' out
Mane i feel like a president
You not from here
No
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
lay it on the beat just to ravage this
A nigga can spit
A young out here tryna murder this shit
Bitch i might
They wanna sign me right on sight
They never right
That's not polite
[Pace Won]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Pace Won, Mr. Perfect
Take a warm shower
Make a condo out of saw powder
Make the sunny
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