Lyrics:
que je suis pas
Je vais rep’ le real hip-hop tant que mon cœur se bat
And I will draw circles, pour que Horg les scratch
Avec l’air du digital,
through my hood village
Show cats Raiderz of The Lost album
Prepared for the Spillage
I was on the mission field
And I was spitting for real
Taking
Show cats Raiderz of The Lost album
Prepared for the Spillage
I was on the mission field
And I was spitting for real
Taking the Gospel message
I wish I could repay you
But there's not even gold in the world
So I'll just say thank you
1, 2, 3, 4, come on
Yea, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, yea yea
What's
call the authorities
First round down
You better pray to God I ain't
Got two more of these
I said fuck who you brung witchu
I could fit 100 shells in
to god that my diamonds be mystical
Loving you man that shit was too critical
Had to switch up my flow got that four four
I just took me a puff but no coco
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
(Facts)
There ain't no time live go by fast like a bullet
Ain't nobody real cause they always quick to shoot it
My whole life live by Nike every chance I
the Golden Gate Bridge
My mind is in the solider state
Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Beretta's peel
leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield,
at the pulpit
Ya feel me
Gone always keep it real boy you feel me
Never had my daddy this is how my Uncles built me
God put me round my niggas and I treat em
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
and Lil' Baby (yeah)
We got four choppers that's full (21)
Way before rappin', on God, I was trappin'
Sneakin' my Glock in Le Coeur (on God)
I got my K
the year was nine four
(9) (4)
and I was born 2 years after
God bless that lil boy
I don't eat or think the same
was antisocial
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
in Mindsets
Already know how a hundred mil feel and it ain't mine yet
Fake niggas swear they real, How you die on a hill that you ain't climb yet?
If I
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
hundreds, we call that bankroll a dummy
I been on both sides of that, made a smooth relationship ugly (I did)
When dealin' with a true connect, my first
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
Ayy, draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas
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Artist/ Writer
Euphony
Socials:
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Prod. By Mo
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Mix
I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfucking nigga til I diz-ie
[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfucking nigga til I diz-ie
[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
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