Lyrics:
Errbody
This shit here for errbody, errbody
(Ayy, I'm right back at them)
I said this shit here for errbody, errbody
(All the hustlers)
Errbody,
[Chorus:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this
Ready or not, here we come, it’s that time
We’re gonna ride through and make you want it
[Toy]
Hey, hey, hey hey yo
I play my enemies like I’m on stage,
love unconditional, that's the best way
Came a long way from living off of Section 8
Yo, my brother, it's time to go put that Glock down
Yo mama needs
Haha
Dirty 30 , Dirty 30
Kulture
Niggas cct Like Bitches
Come On Now That Getcho Wig Split
My Nigga Dirty 30 and We Riding Wit c Full Clip
Yo
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
dollars
Then it don’t make sense
Dog by any means necessary I Need those chips
So if you got it good
It better be straight
Time is money ask Flava Flav
I’m
it before my momma see me fucking dead
I gotta get it so my family full of stomachs fed
And if you touch em
I promise you gon end up dead
If you didn’t
the communion on the shelf
Just know I did it all I didn't need nobody help
I was moving all this weight was shedding pounds by myself
I brought the family
Gems in they mind
I cant really find
They bettin' on time
Bet bet bet
Bettin' on time
Gonna lose every dime
Got a pool full of wine
Gotta smooth over
always trying to level up
We cannot get complacent
Me and the gang a fellowships full of hustlers
Even pack of them body builders couldn't muscle us
only 40 seconds sequels
Times the amount of views by how many interviews
Numbers astronomical we are just fools
Top it off twitter rules
Apps coming in
the cartel a phone known
By a homophone bitch clear the room
I'm out of this bitch I'm Casper with swagger
I pull me a dagger he called no jumper
I told him go
because
I'm looking that bitch in the eye
I guess this what my mama meant when she said in due time
It's like
What's free to a nigga whose not
What's full
You now witnessing the god go head thank the lord
Beats by Slimer know the boy be going hard
Left a bloody murder crime about to be charged
Headed
allergic
She from the streets, but we know she universal
Closet full of pink, got her sipping on that purple
Told her slide that drink, now I'm all up in her
I got fans In Quebec
But ain’t nothing like my hometown bitch I’m the man where I’m at
Couple hustlers turned cluckers
Dealer niggas was full service
losing full time
I lost my uncle, lost my cousin in the same week
I lost a brick I lost a nine all on the same street
I done lost 40 pounds of luggage
Pumas with the fat laces
See homie growing up now he catching cases
Trynna live a life full of blue faces
It's just a life we chasin
Put the metal
in imitation
Now everybody know they sold, our style crossed the nation
We laced up by them pimps, players, and them hustlers
Feel on stem, rubber ham,
motion nigga
How much time could he spend on a outro
Too low to fathom I spit it in alto
My closet full of designer sneakers Amiri Tee’s
Comme garçons
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
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