Lyrics:
to lose my key man that advice is something major
Cash in on the tens I see they be volunteer by nature
Yeah on myself I double down watch a nigga raise
that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need
joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
(Double F this shit too hot)
(It's Thirty3)
(Thirty3)
I'm in my bag, like I'm looking for my keys
If it ain't bout cash, (cash) then don't holla
his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
One at a time, get
how I move, I got Rees on my feet
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star
Chopper in the trunk, I
young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in new york I'll
on my raps, my hands on my snaps, my hands and my body on them places on the maps. No other nigga hands in the way to set traps, keys to my own locks
Time is always flying by
To grind all day is not enough
I need Michael's Secret Stuff
To have my body keeping up
Go all out before I die
To this game I
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
This shit is forever
True the hell, you making noise boy
Haha
Want this cash and these hoes by the millions
(Millions)
We won't stop till we pop out
it's important
They wanna invite me in
Cause the got contracts
And they want me on that
But if there is no cash
Then I will not sign that shit
I need
a quarter key
Yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, 'cause they gon' bang for me, yeah (keep goin'!)
I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
I'm from Zone 6, lot of killin' and drugs (21)
Fuck an autograph, nigga, I'm strapped in
how I'm balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
Puedo, your experience, out of body, Michael Block party
Hole in one putter
Always on the track like it's Figueroa
Before you get the bread, you gotta get
I come from the west
Used to hang with gorillas
You would get touched by em if they ain't feel ya
I look in the mirror
That's realer than realer
I'm
I get a pack touched down in your city
Two cash apps they loaded
Who really having motion
Once I punch this in it's over
My kicks ain't having
die by it
Don't show them scars 'cah you shy 'bout it
Put your mans in the air, go cry 'bout it
Put two in the air plus one
How many got bunned
on these tracks now
Like I'm massaging the track now
Resurrected in this bitch
I got the keys now I'm playin em
Not me bitch I'm Super Saiyan em
Fuckin it up
Like harry
Free all the real
Keep the pussy in a kennel
Im buyin' shit out
I aint takin' no rental
Money or clout it's tricky dilemma
Just cash me out
It's a party and we do it nightly
Even when we got to work, make it in by three
Every time I'm in the club I don't need ID
Tell the bouncer change shifts
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