Lyrics:
to let his gun clap
Brrrap, Brrrap
Hold that, now nigga hold this
If it's drama jumping off
I'm dumping off a whole clip
Who down to ride now
Who down
Treadin across the earth like google earth
About His business doin footwork
For Jesus Christ I'm goin berserk
So wipe that smirk up off your face
Hypocrites
that's you, mate.
Control:
Come on, the big hopper.
Flat-Top:
Come on, Dustin.
Dustin:
I'm the big hopper, I'm not a box.
Rockies:
Yeah, your head
the Country Boy who's making that sound
I'm the best of the best yea pound for pound
I go clip for clip bitch and round for round
I'm a lyrical beast without
travelin' won't cease
But I don't know where I'm bound
There's gotta be a place for me
Under some green growing tree
Clear cool water running by
To Get His Mind Right
I’m In The House Watching Bounce, Rolling By The Ounce
Me & My Dog We Go Hard In Goyard
Spent A Five On Some T-Shirts By Ky Nizza
I was bound up
I was bound up
The first of all the binding lies that they led with
For me to live I would need their acceptance
I don't fit in
right that I'm catching you
Spending my whole life chasing another lame
Big 301 hoes call me by my other name
Certified Shit Popper
Can't trust these
enough for the city
I'm living for the city, yeah, yeah
Oh, living just enough for the city
For a nothing, nothing, city
Oh, living just enough for
enough for the city
I'm living for the city, yeah, yeah
Oh, living just enough for the city
For a nothing, nothing, city
Oh, living just enough for
don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna meth
Niggas hit the ground
When them shots released
When that money in route
That's when I'm most pleased
I'll lay a nigga out
For my currency
Known among those
the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they
Call me Mac Daddy
Had he
Not known about the city I'm from Long Beach
Tic tac, grab
told em I'm grateful
But if you didn't its cool
I know you got alot to say to em so
Shit
Like I said man
City been kinda crazy lately
Alot of niggas that
couldn't see the words but I'm sure what's in his own
Funny that I write most when I know my feeling's wrong
With both shoulders that my head is always
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
of promises that I ain't made good on
To busy waitin' for my city just to say, "I put on"
Don't get me wrong
I love being a winner
But right now I just
on and report
Always blood and some gore
Last night heard somebody get popped
They was laying on the block and I’m like what for?
Flashes of lights
It’s so not
The bottom got the funk
We got the funk
I'm high as the wind so I blow minds
Curb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster
Just like Black Caesar my depths
of my dreams
I need to be a better Man
I'm not lonely
I'm only honing the old me
Some call it growing
But that's just something
They won't understand
Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
of the city streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost (I'm lost), I'm found (I'm found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's
Come around in my city, hit the block in my city
You might get stomped in my city, one shot for my city
I'ma take it for my city, you know that I'm
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