Lyrics:
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
riding in my 10 speed
Nigga, tell me what the lick read
I was servin' down on 10th Street
I wanted me the Louis V bag, so I fucked around and bought it
but Nigga be telling
Nigga that ain't no gas because I can't smell it
Nigga streets been cold nigga where is your sweater,
You need to step harder,
Aligned with Lennon I am legend told
By the reverends tryin hard to be the shepard I be testin myself its a blessin and a curse wouldnt second guess it
The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method
the feat
I'm undefeated, the second you tell me to shut up you're directly catching a fever
My bitches are evil
Black coat, tiger pants, louis bag, big
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin,
way you're bound to function
Fifty-Second Street's the junction
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's
Clap your hands
Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo
Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze)
Only
Don't collect this very moment then I'm on it, no question
In the streets my niggas is well connected, let's see
Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine
coming with me
I see you by my side
I see you rocking Seezy
I see were going high
I'm dressed in all this louis
I'm dripped in minimal ice
Coz Virgils in
to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I
and I just maxed a visa
Then hit bro line need 50 jiggas for Lisa
Canary pineapple I picked it like Peter
Call way too much trade my hitta for a beeper
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
and move it
Come back with them 50's
She a good girl but wit a hood nigga and committed
What's understood girl don't needa be said sit back and listen
Do
out da streets and put my mama in ah foreign
I just put up 50 bucks' wit agent zero Aron Gordon
When u catching big plays you up early in the morning
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
tryna survive from that action
Skate on a man its gon'e be a disaster
Word on the street he a G but he still movin faster
Babylon pree in
fifty times I been around the block
And not a signpost up ahead
I found another way to turn around the clock
I think I'll sleep it off when I'm dead
of time
Lets venture forth into the unknown
Heads bursting with light blazing through the uncharted streets write our names
Fifty feet high in
Cause when I'm right here
I know I'm running shit
You get that fifty yen punishment
How many rounds do you want
How many seconds you need
They gon think
the day Im blind
Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power
Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour
Is it our nature that makes them feel
straight to hell
What's $50,000 divided by four men
If I'm a dick you should see me when I come out of my foreskin
What profits a man if he gains 12.5k
brick I can really Fuckin' build a house
That nigga really think he Wonderdog but he mighty mouse
I'm finna be up dog shit by 21 Don't count me out
That
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