Lyrics:
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
issue, this old school spirit
Zed takes the Cake and creates, but don’t clear it
Clear fit, permit me to spit just a bit
Oh shit that’s sick, the quick
originator
Fresh off of my hiatus yelling, 'fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
Let 'em
Stack that paper and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa,
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
and bomb weed
Talking surfing and smoking
Sour D got me floating
Grew up right by the ocean
My life is wavy no coasting
Don't know the depth that I dove in
the East, south west and North North North..
So fresh!
The crowd start gathering
When I start rappin
Verse 2
*TUNGI 256 VERSE*
Don't bother
I am
going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,
Walking on the street like I just don't care
All y'all can just sit and stare
Imma give zero effs
When it comes to me,
I'm highly favored and blessed
[DJ Scratches]
It Goes Bliss and Eso
Gallop though your metro
Droppin fresh shit what part you don't get bro?
One for the fun and Two for the crew
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
the fire in me
I'm blessed and highly favored, I'm fresh and mildly flavored
I good a good taste in beats that are widely savored
I debated going back
the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
can't comprehend
Oh how You love me
Oh how You love me
I am loved by my Father
I am loved by You
I don't deserve all You have given
I gain nothing
that nigga
You know you don't really want my crew to attack, nigga
I'll fire ya ass up, you can ask that nigga
Nah, I bet you'd rather @ that nigga
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
the boss
Now Kid Ice, you know you're twice as nice
Why don't you get up on the mic and start to recite?
[ VERSE 3: Fresh Kid Ice ]
Cause they call me
But who taught us that?
Cause you ain't got nobody that give a fuck
But when you get somebody who give a fuck
You don't give a fuck
That's
Deadshot
Ricky fresh yak
Come deur vet slat
Frontline se beste
Stoney kwetsa
Like me Like ya
Hate me fuck ya
One shot all I got
You feel me? Deadshot
In a land far far away
Where sound was boring
And Every one wanted something new and something fresh
A child was born in that same era
And that child
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
can't even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I don
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
it
Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action
Hit innocent by-standers when he
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