Lyrics:
phone put on my clothes I get to workin
By the time they chirp, when I hear them birds they wanna murk me
Had to cross my T's and I throw my Bs my stripes
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Hook] 2x
This is my party
So get fly if you like to
Get
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
wit heat
If it's some static I shall chalk and sweep
I go and get the B's up off but chief
"Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across
from school (nah)
16 doing up radios sets I was spinning up all them fools (spinning 'em, spinning 'em ay)
Times I would get home late to my mumzie's
worked like a bitch to get the job done
You helped me around
My parents put me down
I never skipped town
I stood my ground
We kept showin' up
a dealer in the party with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I partially confess
I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret
Is the cup
to the head, no
These days I'm so, let me
Get it look, fast life, slow motion
Yeah I started from the bottom and
I'm headed for the top
These days I'm so
The voice gets rougher
Shout my vocals, I salute all the locals
Slept on, kept them out of radio focus
Hocus-pocus spooks sitting by the sound
Corporations
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
to pass around disks
Got em paying for my mix
I've been scrawling raw wit
Since the crayons as a kid
Til I started sipping liquor
To escape out the grit
I
to get a meal
[Jurrasic 5]
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
hungry trying to get a meal
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money
roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money
Hata's ain't
wanna get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers
Bitch we don't neva eva, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up
Nigga you get
and I'm in the bits right now
He was on a Jet Li ting so I started training and I'm fit right now
Chat shit get banged
That means you can get banged out
on the block that nigga coolin
Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin
Niggas who flippin new 98's
slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money
i'm up in the club still getting carded
But once i put my flow on
Let me in and wait for me to get started
Take your seat now because soon you'll both
to an internet meme
Grew up, started to realize
This could be made for me
Bought a better mic, Focusrite
Trying to blow up, by remixing these
But to pick a name
A masquerade has just begun
Despite the party being none too lively
Unlock your cage and take a step outside it
Follow my guidance would you kindly?
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
My flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
And that all
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