Lyrics:
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
the scope, I'm by the bay
Feel it on my skin I'm soaking up the money, andale
Got good food up on my plate, I'm eating caesar's little steak
They got me
it be to take him on?
Show him he can't control you anymore
His control is the reason I'm undead
Without it I'm just a corpse without life
I wanted
gang ties, I got mob ties, bitch, ayy
Swervin' in a coupe
You know I'm outside bitch
(yeah, yeah, oh my)
A nigga up, like it's tie dye, bitch
Pull up
hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My haters look like Caesars civilians
Real shit
of a vivrant things and the vibes that bang
I might have to break it down
Got the moves I know in my arsenal
They react like whoa! (Huzzah!)
Like what's in they
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
You're gonna move to my beat, it sound so sweet
Because it's all of you I do adore
And I got so much and more in store
Cause all through the day,
this not in the name of Ozzy?”
I said that it was as he disappeared mysteriously
I later walked outside to explore the scene
I got a call and then I
at the bus stop
Umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Li'l Caesar got caught
He was going down to second
He was cooled
Changing stations on the chamber
a nigga with a fancy car
Live your life like a movie star
Got a thing for expensive clothing
Fuck with it if it's frozen
You got it all
And worry 'bout
I was unsure but now I know I really got the flow
Didn't have to plan it, I let Jesus take control
I'm sure
They ain't even have to let me know
I
Boy I got the juice what you expect
If I win or lose it's a lesson
Focused on my moves and my next plans
Next plans
When he died, I died
He died, I died
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
my best life
Made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt"
Dreams pullin'
in Africa
You talk a lot of shit for a man wearing a diaper
I heard you had poison spit, where was it in this cipher?
'Cause all I hear is threats from
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
refuse the body like nonconforming is my hobby
God has my soul, but this world has my body and its all be
Because i got hurt
And now its gonna be a lot
get this from?" He said, "Oh, I f'king don't know, I got it in the States
somewhere." "Do you have a f'king reciept?" 'Arry said, "I f'king don't!"
ain't the only one, Got children dying by holy guns
We all got problems
Caesar and Brutus, Brothers still milking ourselves how we do this shit
We all got
couldn't hold it in
And said to her, with a devilish grin...
Keisha's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
You know I told you I'd be true (I told you)
But Keisha's
a nigga makin' noise 'til midnight
Then that 'gac poison and got us a fist fight
Hat low in a Regal, cracks all in that diesel
Pack corners, gat pointed
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
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