Lyrics:
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right
Cali pride,
Throw up a “W” for the homie Pac,
Cali knows about that good hip hop,
From Cube, to Dre, and Snoop Dogg,
There are an endless amount
Ghetto tours flyin on pan am
I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan
(Ayo, I bought a land!)
Not me, I'm walking these rough lands
that you
Whats up B. White
Yeah, yeah yeah
Okay, we got B. White on the beat man
Yeah, yeah
Fighting demons I’m protected by these angels
(By these angels)
the broads but really I'm not
I just got my name too hot
Tossed too many hoes wit niggas that talk a lot
Hook
I don't support these bitches
I go to court
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin the rap game like wood grain
I'm ice cube chilling Now he in his feelings
I don't do no civilians roll with stick like I'm tryna play quidditch
My OG told me homie you know its bad
and good riddance
Spit fire, Miss Kipling
Fly like a jet
I know I'm a vet uh
When it comes to money and motive, my brother you know I got next up
I feel
Champagne; on ice
Got brown; got white
Got a few; already rolled
All I need; is a light
She smell; incredible
And she, flexible
She from, Cali
to deal with my enemies
Got to make it right cause GODS eyes are on me
[Hook]
I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Two Dubs Nigga
Straight from the bottom to gutter, I had to make it up to the top
What you know about the same pair of shoes for
darling off that heezing darling
I', surrounded by the ice it got me freezing darling
It's plain and simple
My change and it's natural
Now Wayne
fangs
I got my fists up like, huh double trouble
I had no choice, but to learn how to rumble
I'm from the damn block where the dog eats the the dog
Chien
of I Am
All day from the getty up
Even back when I was leaving cats belly up
With they skull cracked, uh huh
I ain't always where I be at
Used to get
want
But this shit don't work
Big booty bitch, told the bitch
"Make it twerk"
Stand up in the pussy, I'm a vet
Make her squirt
VVS stones in my mouth,
real ice
Tell 'em I don't move I ain't no fool here's some insight
Got a couple screws loose, a couple that have been tight
You should check the news
I'd rather blow up then to blow from some becky,if ya got no control, you will be never ready, call me Mr Sandler coz I'm clickin with the melody, like
nigga
I don't ever waste time
And I got all type shit to drive it ain't the regular kind
And I got plenty bitches hit me up and they be on my line
And I
comin' by the notes (Oh, okay)
I make a flip, I got a bankroll, it dont fold (Frrr)
Stackin' them chips, I count a check up that's all I know (Oh, okay)
hook
East Trinidadian born and raised
In the traphouse is where is pent most a my days
Make her tapout from every since bully my ways
And I blackout
Lauryn Hill to the Fugees
Picture a ghetto nigga like me poppin' up in movies
Or a topless supermodel poppin' up in jacuzzi's
Be like I'm worth a couple
MISSISSIPPI
ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61
ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun
ayo it’s party time
word to my man Stan got the party
the pain
They gave him thirty-five years
His momma went insane
[Chorus x 2]
[Lil' Flip]
Ghetto mind state!
Coming up with no father figure
I
the ghetto with that ill type flow
Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these
Weak ass souls
As the weed burns kid I
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