Lyrics:
think y'all gonna like this next song
(Inside the secret cell block) I think they do
(Where they keep the baddest of the bad) when this song drops
and the numbers
Impressing 'em by counting to a hundred
I was special
Never doubted it was something innate in my brain that would make me not make Mistakes
My
music
Loud as fuck
Aye roll the window up
Money power respect
I want that paper and power
I’m tryn get paid by the minute
You tryn get paid by to hour
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
I'm a West Side Long Beach California Native
no doubt that we're
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from
This song that's all your own
Some room to find their voices
And you'll free them one by one
A little time to wait
Then you won't be alone
You just tell
belly
Know a nigga named Eddie, all these niggas so scary
I'm ridin', I'm coolin', got the chopper, I'm shootin
What? Yeah, young Nola, hot boy, look
Keep
got an incentive
The negatives are all part of the obstacle; get it
By Any Means, I'm on this mantra, you gotta respect it
That's the message
I'm Out
Yeah, back for the first time
Hello to the world I'm that guy
Going by the name Eddie May, all I
Ever did was get a chick to seperate thighs
Selling
butcher my bars; Billie with Hughie
But like Eddie Brock, venom consume me
When I get fed up with internet pussies
Like a new whip, I start when they push
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
The store know my first name
What's my birth name? Baptized, I’m wet
I’m delivered like the door rang
Play by your rules, but they're boring
Push it
rhyme or song
(O.C) The Master won't steer you wrong when he's
Rockin it... rockin it!
(Crazy Eddie) In my opinion, no.1 protege
(Crazy Eddie) There
down his tongs
For the single
Meek wants an irrefutable pop song
"I can see a crowd of people singing it, "
He says of his pick
Which they're
fucking draggin'
Now look what happened
Your bitch was on my matress
She's fucking my man Eddie
That's how it happen
X2
[Verse 1: Eddie]
(It's that shit!)
Rap game dead
Heard what I said
Departed for a while, Now I gotta resurrect
KP back with a slap in ya chest
KP back with a slap in ya neck
Rap game
And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit
with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it
a cell in The Tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
This song is
people aint ever heard of violence
I don't like the beach but these beats they were murdered by it
I roll my weed in the sheets and turn to fire
I had
won't quit now, eyh
Abondoned by my niggaz, insulted by my niggaz
And stabbed by my niggaz, Then burnt by my niggaz
I love it from my inside, eyh
Almost
song, life sucks
Stomping on someone, with my bloods
And I'll put it off, if we modest
And every other god need a goddess
And every other star, couldn't
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