Lyrics:
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
Yeah, there you have it
Some swamp loving, there you got it B
With some blood loving, all for you B
With some hustler lovin'
See every time we get down,
Hell yeah nigga, ay yo
[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit
Any means, I'm gon' eat
Slide with the tank on full (yeah)
Leave with
It?s nothing playa,
Let a game and muscle,
It?s all it takes to get a gang of hustlers,
I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by
that bitch working
Million dollar dreams
Billion dollar results
Get it by any means
Tell me what it cost
Life ain't what it seems
Dig deep inside
understood
Don't make me take
And deteriorate
Ya good health and yo hell
Is all that I know now
So break yo self
Before ya get mowed down
By the low down
like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'cause the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When
about time you decide
But keep in mind your true beauty doesn't lie on the outside
Not on the outside, yo
One heart, one love, one blood just fills me
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
Yo, we gon do it like this
Straight out the parts that they disregard
Never considered ok
Now don't get mad, nigga get glad
Goodie got them brand
the city 'fore the sun rise
Cos I know the hustlers up and ready by the blind spots
It's safe to say I know the city too well
Gotta see the homies and we
a hustler
Now it's time to separate the locs from the bustas
I gotta maintain because games I don't play none
That's one thing I won't do
(What's that?)
synthetic
The physical's mental
But the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL
The spiritual
To set it one time on the physical
I get
Baddest nigga on the low, defecatin' with rhymes
Breakin' your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the bullshit
Feel my full
Yeah
You know how I do mayne
Life of a hustler
Yeah
Yo
When I wake up in the morning I be running to the money
Till I go to sleep at night time I be
Aye
This one for my momma
The most important woman in my life
Always
Look, this for all the times
That you held it down
Man you kept that shit real
kissing,.. licking,...lips by the side...
yo 216, that's alright,
you ma size!
am dope.. like am jonesing(aahahhaha)
i need Some groundnut to cure this
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
whatever it is you going thru
When it feels like no one understands
I been there I'm still there
Still standing and I don't care
Swallowed up by technology
confusion
Or just fantasy
Fooling the masses
Full of make believe
Got them acting like asses
In an engineered reality
Every time I turn around they tellin’ us
mattress doing valumes...
Let that rotate like that time I made a frisby of yo album...
Bitch I'm classic my whole class sick inhale the Covid in my
quicker than with tyres by Michelin
Heart beat quickening
Full tote technique, no half assed lyricing
Paint the town red til the bar staff sick of him,
Ayo! Turn it up a bit bruh
Yuhhh
(Mmm, Darkboy) What What
Full of Mischief call me Loki
Talkin' my shit ion keep it Loki
Cosplay shorty be frying up
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