Lyrics:
clog up yo' mind
Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take
(Braveheart)
Made of steel, y'all bullets don't kill
We break outta jail, fuck the system
To all our black babies, boys and girls
We school y'all wit knowledge
' the AK-47 (nigga what's up it' y'all now?)
Runnin' wit' the AK-47 (watch them all fall down)
Runnin' wit' the AK-47 (nigga what's up it' y'all now?)
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit
shit made me a boss
Man I took a few L's had to change how I walk
I done stacked up some bread and now I changed how I talk
Paint me as a villain Trae
Exit 6 LeRon
I did it all by myself, Just by myself
I ain't need no help Nahh I did it Ya'll yo-yo I did it y'all
I did it all by myself Just by
aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out
Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
on the couch
I run it up, you run you mouth
I count it up so easily while yall count on me
I’ll catch you at the garden inn
Wit such potential let class begin
Trust me I'm comin wit all the smoke
I fuck her n make her go to the store
Eat me some food then I gotta go
Cause the money is all on my mind hoe
Pour up
I told these rappers dis dat get back
My niggas packing dat energy
We ben trappin for a long time
Now I'm like fuck all my enemies
We do not mess wit
around when you ball
Exactly the reason why I don't be giving a fuck about y'all
Give a fuck about y'all
I don't even really give a fuck about y'all
Give
and things
Great artillery
Ion fuck wit dude
Real enemies
I'm spitting facts
I told that bitch to get back
All y'all speak is cap
But y'all stay up on my sack
niggas mold their sound and I ain't ask for credit neither
Y'all niggas gon' fuck around and turn Marco into a reaper
Better pray for your soul to keep
Most of y'all niggas fugazi I cannot fuck wit u Niggas
Back when I was in the trenches
cnd none of y'all niggas was wit us
I tried to give u
Than we all righteuous number of a righteous
Men righteous killing do it cool
As a fan wit it
Ok that is god work yall niggas just playing
Wit
or clappin' the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like Satchel Paige
I'm tellin' you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set
wit you?
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all
Number Nine wit' the Prada, but lately I been fuckin' wit the Rick Owens
I just took yo hoe what you gon' do bout it?
Can't fuck wit' none of y'all
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord, gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
How many wanna die wit me?
Yo this sum birthday sh*t
How you gon bring me a birthday gift to my birthday party on my
Yea, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
Keep it a bean,
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