Lyrics:
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
I'm the next new kid not on the block
But I will knock your block off quick not with a glock
But two guns and knuckles that bring pain
It's a shame
was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for
mentioned
Bruised and beaten senseless I'm still down to get it
The work ethic is strong but still needs perfect
Beat drops my heart melts strained by
& A.G.
My crew is mad deep, don't ever try to sleep or try to play me
You'll never be comp and your head will get stomped in
>From fuckin with the crew
a give your ass answers, only God can know
I don't post on blocks or newsfeeds
I stay in one spot it shots or lose two Gs
And I got everything a crew need
back
We can shoot out on the roof til we fall on the street
Draw heat and clap til our bodies and the floor meet
Eat your food like animal dog, raw meat
touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand,
touched, crushed, your times up
Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak
When the smoke clears, I'll be there, standin on my two feet
With the mic in one hand,
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
the restaurant, you sold your metaphors
I held my niggas now, you hit the panic doors
I'm not impressed by the painting on these niggas walls
But will he really
the Black Panthers
One: First respect yourself as an artist
If you don't respect yourself then your rhymes is garbage
Two: Make sure your crew is as tight
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
and his 2-2's
I saw him last night in the prime time news
Shot and killed by an on duty Jake
His birth to the earth was a big mistake
Now, history was not
thighs
(yeah) tek cocky and start mek noise
Skin out your pum-pum like spice
Like Migos, what's the price?
(Prices, prices, going up)
Drop your draws
SMILER - GET UR MONEY RIGHT SONG LYRICS
VERSE 1:
Yo my nigga D's raw, when it comes 2 packs,
I distribute, man should call me D-Raw,
Just believe
Drug dealers on the rise
These carjacks is federal
You soft and shreddable
Dictionary rappers you come at me all edible
I lit bash your crew
Like you
war
[Chorus: x2]
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
let me suck your cock"
Now by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start
let me suck your cock"
Now by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start
Da, da-da-da, la-la
I look for God on the daily
Praying that the Reaper
Don't take me in a land controlled by Hades (hey)
I'm feeling hasty, yet
turn to stone
Black sand blowing in the sky
Close your eyes
Follows whipping by, it surrounds you
Don't look or you'll turn to stone
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
nigga you get ran through
You ain't gang, ain't a man, you just hang with the lame crew
I send my shooter to your neighborhood
He let it pop, let it ring,
keep it gangsta
(chorus) {:14}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
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