Lyrics:
a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I keep a shooter with me like
with for life
I took in your kid, did everything that you wanted me to
Now I'm in the **** about you fronting on radio interviews
Do it make you feel
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
Oh, I'm just here for the action, not the aftershock
I know by now, you're only lookin' for an interview
Just tell me to sit down 'til your face turns
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got a nigga booted up
Yeah that booty got me high
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
steady addin'
This is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph'
international universities
And interviews with professors and students
When David Yermack
The finance department chair at
New York University Stern School
take the interview
I don't know what else to do
What's happening, New York?
Take a holiday
'Cause I can hear them calling
What's happening, New York?
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of a**
One feed me
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't even speaking your name
Just keep my
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
Surrounded by white noise dressed in a suit and tie
So i buried my hopes in apathy
Just the thought of dreaming sickens me
But i wish my thoughts would just
it on my closet
Boss mode before the position is accomplished
At job interviews acting all pompous
I know the job route really fucks with my compass
I walked out of the interview second question because I wasn't in the best mood to reflect on myself. Punk rock ain't preparation, but at least it
in my gang it's a interview
We deep, don't fall we a finish you
But if you stand your own ground and stick to the code
We stuck together like stick
Eine Line von mir und du stürzt ab, wie ein Flugzeug
Erzähl mir was von Kriminalität und einem Drive-By
Ich chille lieber auf dem Dach mit Blick auf die
questions jus like a interview
Jus cuz I fucked don't mean dat I'm into you
Bitch keep yo clothes on, I jus want the neck
Tryna get an endorsement by Nike,
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