Lyrics:
EVEN KNOW
SURROUNDED BY SMOKE
SO HIGH THAT I FLOAT GET O'S FOR THE LOW
I GET IT I GET IT
IM IN IT TO WIN IT IM MINDING MY BUSINESS
I GET IT I GET IT
The devil is skilled in the tricks of profit
I make it no concern i'm only driven by the process
Expression in my cockpit y'all can call me shaman
But honestly, that's fine by me
Promises in fairy tales
Cheap tricks and pink thrills
We started talking and messing around
It's not too long till we
a nigga that is disappointed by his mother
Lately been a free mind so I think i'm gonna start some trouble
I can see my matching twin, we got each other
on me
So I slow down and breathe
I'm uh knock out all my side quests
Goo Goo Dolls Iris
Find time to rest my eyelids and take in the breeze
Taking it day
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
to spend, they go crazy.
(Verse 1):
I'm going to tell you a story in stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
there is a destination
I pray to God I'll find the patience
And in the end hope I'm not saying
What have I done
Guess it was a trick of New Mexico
and I stoke the flame
'Cause I sowed my hopes in a broken vase
And this open plain produced plights in the poems
Prime opponents with some novacaine
I'm
a soldier, I'm a chief boy
Semi-auto with no recoil
Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
Twenty murders in a week boy
I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy
gucci while i let the door swang
We get the weed in by the load play witcho nose got cocaine
Got allen Iverson numbers serve whip we scream free pooh tang
trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They swallowed their daggers by turning
niggas with a tap on chin
King of the pin
Body these niggas and throw em in the bin
King-pin
(We rule)
Better call your next of kin
I'm Killing
(He's
in your smile and I liked it
I saw your eyes like they were mine like a psychic
Too bad I didn't see your tricks, your burden, your lies
Don't define
patron"
If you wanna keep with them bad habits that's fine
You think I'm with it then you out your rabid ass mind
They'll say tricks are for kids, most
Graduated from a prince
I ain't dripping, bitch, i'm drenched (soaked)
From the dirty, do you dirty, you would think we out in Flint (think we out in Flint)
you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)
Don't have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your mans up (help)
Knees
I'm smoking backwoods in the back
I'm hitting your bitch
She threw it back
By the end of the night
Bet I made some racks
I'm high like a kite
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