Lyrics:
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
Zaytoven
Yeah
Huncho
It's time
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (hey)
Got your hand out, hell no, I'm not your boy (no)
Too
to the cash like I'm Frank Gore
Same time running from my past having mind wars
I don't wanna show her I have the time for her
You ain't getting paid for by
yeah
I got problems of my own yeah
I ain’t really worried bout yours yeah
Hold up, tell the world hold up
I know it’s been a minute since a nigga really
been to hell and back
And barely singed my hair
But for everything I've given out
I've gotten in return, thats fair
Shit, like you even care
Wonder if
can't do it by yourself so I Got a team
I'm trying to make sure my hands off in A lot of things
And make you holler scream if I catch You touching my
the glove they can't cop it
History had its era my era boy imma' top it
Yeah that hearts real damaged
Real Florida Keys I unlocked it
Consequently
on my shit
Put myself together brick by brick
This pretty boy bag any typa b
The one that's around when it's off-season
The one that-a hold it down when
hands are calloused July to July
I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves who drink from my well
So I have to be mean as hell
that bitch just for fun
Hating on me like pain and a drug
Pussy ahh nigga in Florida a flood
Slide through her house, corvette like I'm rugs
Got my boy
boy Blunt G. Why they fuckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
WHY THEY FUCKIN' WIT ME?
I get the weed outta Florida, bitch.
boy Blunt G. Why they fuckin' wit me? I put the wax on the blunt then roll the weed
WHY THEY FUCKIN' WIT ME?
I get the weed outta Florida, bitch.
came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
And I
the Bulls home
Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
Got XDs by
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Random thoughts be in my mind
It's something I can't define
How the hell am I alive
I don't know but...
Random thoughts be in my mind
It's something
thing
I just want a hand
To hold my hand
To hold my hand
To hold my hand
To hold my hand
To hold my hand
To hold my hand
Just to hold my hand
Just to hold
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
Yeah, I'm an island boy
Fuck outta here nigga, show you what real down south Florida boys like nigga
Real island boys nigga, fuck outta here you dick
all on the boy like it's kiddie porn
But I got ice and white girl hell those drugs'll get you litty more
I'm in the titty bar OT with it I'm in city boy
spaggetti
Ya'll ain't ready
The hatchet slit you like a machete
Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady
(Violent J)
This one's for
on)
And He'll make it alright
(Be strong)
Don't let go, don't let go
(Keep on, uh, yeah, keep it flowin' y'all)
Hold on, don't let go
(Rock on)
My God
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