Lyrics:
Come on
Wassup Fakez
My grandfather just passed nigga my heart hurt
Ima superstar getting interviewed by Doris Burke
Niggas tryna rush to the chip
the litre
Sit by the pool by a bad senorita
Me drinking rum her drinking sangria
Said she can sing what get on a feature
Yeah kick back with a reefer
Natty in
the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Now lemme bring it back to the past tense
For awhile I was stuck up in the blackness
Faded distractions
on the back
My nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on my way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Yeah, down in the valley,
to side
Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, "Can I cum inside?"
Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
Token be the newest out music’s juvenile
But you the student who gets tutored now
Dudes assume I’ll use the crown
Like a root canal and Massachusetts
loss it aint my fault i gotta job/makin it/ sellin it/ smokin it
that's right every bit by bit/ known everybody in this bitch/
and dont trip if you gonna
bubble bath
Overlook the city, blowing out her back
She better blow my mind or she can holla back
I get better with time, and it's a fucking wrap
Let's
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
(Jahlil beats, holla at me)
This is the life
This is the life
Yea, this is the life
This is the life
Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole
the back and fourth to court
So I'm backing off this ain't full court basketball
All the drama that some girls bring don't follow that
Holla at me swallow
it's us
H-Town, yea, you know me
Now I'm on that mutha fuckin Northside
Gotta do my shout outs
Holla out, to that Cadi Ken
Nicca, holla back, welcome
sloppy seconds then go ahead and call her
I don't even wanna bother I don't even wanna holla
She gon' call me baby cause I sip it out the bottle yuh
When
embarrassed with sorry raps And get sent back
Return to sender, imma air bender
My advise to the wise, do better
Yeah real shit
And be careful who you kin
smoke
The opps, they say they gon' kill me, pull up on they block and I'm letting it blow
Them hollas gon' fly off that Glock and we doubling back to make
a care in the world just a walkin' dead, people said,
He wouldn't live past the age ah sixteen
Juvenile delinquent constantly sykin' up to dope fiends,
wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail
my manicured nails touch a triple beam scale
baby is a athlete body like a star
ya talkin real bad freak meet
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
Welcome to the West Coast
Where we ball, ride on fags
Sittin' back, cuz been working right
(Now let me you bounce)
Bounce (bounce) bounce
(Bounce)
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