Lyrics:
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
that was an accident
Now the neighbors called the cops on some old assault and battering
And I'm a man of my word and all my words got 4-Letters
The door
blocka
I kno u heard me thru ur
Radio I know yuo heard
Me thru your stereo 100 chains
On wit my fitted low
Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go
And i put
Young nigga getting money and
That's real shit and this really shit just
Happen nigga real quick
Man goddamn nigga I know I come yet
Ya girl say "goddamn
of wills
real-estate, stocks and bonds on coupon paper bills
Now the US mints on paper prings, millions every day
and use the eagle as their symbol 'cause
the page
Write it a hundred days...
Get up!
Reincarnation is real
Not the 'I-was-Napoleon-in-a-former-life' crap
MALO World
MALO Gang Gang Gang
NYC
100
Real rap
Big Queens, nigga
Fuck you thought, nigga
Authentic
Original
MALO World
MALO Gang
MALO World
MALO
a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
a stand up nigga fa like 4 years
Why now
Why I'm fucking up what I know heals
Got a feeling so real
That a movie couldn't capture those stills
This picture
Bro what's poppin'
It's 'bout time real shy town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you
Yung Berg and Twista let's get it in
Aye
lives to a New God Incarnate
Taken away to a secluded paradise
Painted as such by a madman
Death becomes a requirement for fulfillment
When love is torn
bags for real
Jump on the road with the bro’s
No deal on chill
If my dad pull up
Then it’s going for real
$300,000 in a safe
4 rings like Shaquille
I
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
Let's be for real about it, yall ain't even rappin slightly
Weak philosophies, Greek mythology, Aphrodite
I know who God is, give you the knowledge if you
that'll grab him by the neck
And put his head to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real bad from television shit
Drop him off the roof of a building
knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
That stuff ain't real
No but that ain't your game, it ain't even your race
You can't hear your name, you can't
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
peel the 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rich from the clip leave you stiff
Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real
the beginning give off an electrical spark
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
God bless a nigga so
a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran
friend" (Oh shit)
I let two minutes pass by
Then reached inside my pocket
Now this when shit 'bout to get
Real and nobody can stop it (Okay, listen)
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