Lyrics:
Let's get it
These haters just hating they ain't talking 'bout s***
I'm a grown a** man I flip my own ***
I don't need yo, help I can own my own ***
like a smile when you're toothless
Ruthless, like Boodah
Yo man, I ain't got no time for stupid
I was there when you winning, I'll be there when you
Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
I'm full of myself, I'm Flowing with Flows
We rolling up L's and blowing out Os
We running the streets and fucking Up roads
We making house calls
And the voters are stupid they judge the book by it's cover
Chorus: Crime scene colon these cold streets we patrol on
Trying to get a hold on kids strapped with
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
hurting me
Glocky get to jumping betta leap
Get yo chedder find yo hobby
Get up out the fucking streets do betta
Try not to catch a body
Thats by all n any
you die, real street nigga (real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's
the length
I'm an all-terrain think tank at full strength
[Iriscience]
Yo, stand my ground, dig in with both feet
No surrender, no turning no cheek,
too many times before
You gotta stack before you blow
My pockets full of heroin
Im dolo out at 4am
These niggas out here poking shit I got my 9mm
33 up
i don't feel no teeth like they in glass
Going Steph nem' throwing up threes with a splash
That's the set nem' where I'm from the streets full of wax
Everybody wanna ball
But I'm more like Tony Bennett
Book full of plays
Make that legal money flip
Dealers don't get healthcare benefits
7 days
little girl
But I saw her rattling her jewellery
She wore sheep's teeth like pearls
I was trampleddreaming
In the streets full of mud
A prince's name
know say me dread
Remember my teens
When me didn't have no food for me eat
So me out for the bread
There inna the streets
You could find me with the full
nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
on
Been the one
Just had to run
Out burn the Sun
Now Lift off
Jaw drop when I tick tock
Put me in the band
Lemme Reebok
Full time full time full time
No
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich
You just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
stop
Don't stop, Get it get it
Don't stop, Get it get it
Don't stop, Get it get it
Don't stop, Get it get it
Greatest of all time, Aint got time
hurt me
Yo money scared
Bitch I'm surrounded by the bread like
COLD TURKEY
I'ma quit I'ma quit but i recap
Say it all the time I always seem to relapse
another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
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