Lyrics:
bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way
Sasuke
Roundtable gang, that is my posse
Like a phone bill, she wanna top me
Dwayne Johnson, my wrist is so rocky
Cronem brought the stick, he think this
both got finish lines, I'm here to start sum
I'm surrounded by imposters, that's why I keep a couple round in my posse
Que pasa, whats happening
I can
Setting that food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like
Nah, fuck you, nigga (fuck you, bitch)
and my posse
In this bitch, it's kamikaze
These niggas like female dogs, beat a bitch up like Baki
In a Maybach truck, fuck the laws
And this bitch got
one life to live
This shit for the founders
New born kings
Not the outta towners with the billboard schemes
Trust us, Cult Encounters a problem
Enough
His lil' bitch wanna be my shorty cuz' I'm poppin on you niggas
Turn this shit to a hobby niggas salty cuz' I'm winning
You rocking with a posse I
the chop cheese
In the spot fuck you and all your posse
We ain't the Same the fabric really different
In my bag I'm balling like the Piston's
Please don't
DANGEROUS!
"Is that what time it is Boss?"
"Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"This is deep, but I'm goin deeper.."
[Bo$$]
I don't really want
daddy?
Fuck that
I led her to Christ and she was fuck that gung ho
And I introduced here and she was such a bitch
Fuck that
She's beyond like this, this
can tell 'cause my stash is so sloppy (You can)
Smack whoever don't fuck with my posse (I will)
Stick in the back of the trunk, what do I need my hands
nd play when I want
Finna edit my life so I'm gucci
Ray Natsuki might make a movie
You fuck with the gang, finna catch you a 2 piece
Ion need no help
was a kid
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met along the fucking way
I rewrote this song again
Promising myself I'd write letters
were wrote on the scent
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man-day
dearly
Images passing by
Like reflections of your mind, my love, my life
Are the words you try to find, my love, my life
But I know I don't posses you
of my life the situation was win or lose
You died on the drugs, money or your tennis shoes
This shit is deep, wolves dressed up as sheep
The enemy has
slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain't getting no ride home
I be riding through
balls
15 days wasn't enough for me
Came home and it was life in a penitentiary
Tried coping with boredom and coping with life
I wanna chance ma give me
Makin' false accusations, fake boot in yo mug
Niggas trippin on that click'll take yo life and yo drugs
Cause out here ain't no love, just Miller's
Don't be surprised by repeated behavior
Fool me once but there's no fooling me twice
Fuck nigga fee so I'm raising the price
Don't dap me, don't touch me
Ain't no siree, it's not a way
Ain't no siree, always a no at anytime, bitch please
Don't look at me like that and wonder why
This guy's blasting
And these are facts
I live by my own quote
Fuck this bitch last night she a five
Couldn't get a nut
An hour in
Will I survive?
Shit felt like I just ran
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