Lyrics:
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
know, oh oh
RAP VERSE:
Tryna be independent, like the first of October
Running up in the game, tell me when this is over
Seeking a job I've been moving,
to Texas to see my bitch
I ought of be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nothing stopping Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then
l'game, t'es démodé, comme le boy-game
Le succès, j'veux lui en foutre plein les fesses
Cherokee, la hess des mini-mois naissent
Ne me fais pas morale
lame on these hoes
I'm switchin’ lanes on these hoes (Skrt)
Call it a PlayStation
I'm running game on these hoes
Send me your location, TT Mustang on
You
the work nigga
Been on my way so fucking long
Don't make me show the DJ this lil blick to play the song
Just run it back
Run it back
Yeah run it back like
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
or hamburger
Cause to me that's suicide, self-murder
Let us get back to what we call Hip Hop
And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many MC's must get
Thats how my city get you roasted with the toaster
Get yo pop topped get sniped by a poacher
Homiez like me stay a float we float stirs
Rolling in
I’m going all In for mine and nothing else
Play the game until the game pays me acquire wealth
The odds are looking good that’s why I’m betting
tellement sad j'fais pleurer le dark robot
J'voulais l'aimer sans lui faire de mal
Même si j'ai tout fait j'me fais rejet'
Et j'te comprend pas: comment t'as
the Glock
Somebody try me they all getting shot
Dj don’t spin me then he getting popped
Ain’t finna play put the stick in box
Bitch I’m the Gunna I’m feeling
Louis, ooh
He fruity, stupid
Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie
I move smoothly into the club
Like what the fuck up
Bars getting bought by me and
I'm
consignment (Doing consignment)
I brought my mama tears, and I turned 'em to VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds)
I know you see me on top of my game, ain't see me
future redefined
By the thoughts
They provide
Lie after lie
We believe
All that is fed
No choice
But to comply
To the game of life
A game
Without rules
to throw up yeah
Don't think too much just focus yeah
'Imma tell the DJ to fuck it up
Shorty why you tryna leave me all by my lonesome
Take me to the crib
tonight, I need somebody to
Therapy me I'm sick of late nights staring at the TV
I done put minutes in in the G League
Played the game 'til I see how it
Like I don‘t belong
I know you wanna be
Free like me
But you‘re afraid to see
You could be growing
But you‘re trapped in the program
You’re meant to be
Bad mind girl tryna' use me like I'ma lease
Gotta' cut em' off they belong to the streets
She' movin' like ah' op, yeah, she' movin' like police
(She'
'em
Let me ask you ask a question,
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like
In the drop-top Jag', how many n****s wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
need
To keep the flame and keep the fire
You know
I belong to you and you to me
So let's go
Have unity
Can you help me
Do what I need to do
To help you
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
surgery,
Yeah I'm slittin with precsion please do not walk in on me,
I'm pulling my heart by the veins so I cant feel a thing
I do not wanna pick up my
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