Lyrics:
just pop it for me though
Ya boys down on sixth street but I can't fuck with them guidos
Ya boys down on Rainey but I can't fuck with them yuppies
J-Jungle Beats... holla at me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money
You know me, I'm so fly
Be lookin like money every time I ride by
Got them Benjis in my
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP
It's the number one crew in the area, known
Don't speak on no pussy no boss bitch gave you
Rule number two
Ain't no nigga out here gon' save you
Rule number three
No, these bitches not me
Ain't
those you reap what you sow
Through the night highspeed all black we keep low
Just a younging surrounded by the kilos
Iced out new chain 2 seater
me or leave me alone
Headed to the other side, yeah, that's where the plug stay
Hungry than a bitch, I might just stop by the Subway
Lie 'bout two
back then
I was just a fucking loser
But you knew me before I blew up
Before anybody gave two fuck
Showed love so I gotta show you love back
Real shit
gas, you smokin sherm, we got two different highs nigga
Struggled different, you wasn't wit me, ima just cut ties witcha
Bitch I'm the man wit the plan
a nigga and then I stand over him
Ain’t nothing but real niggas standing beside me
I can tell by the look in your eyes you ain’t grow up like none of us
am I talking about
Its Twenty Two
Go look it up on YouTube
After giving me the view
Cuz no one knew
I would be the dude
To spew against the lose minded
I'm just doing me don't mind me
I'm just trying to get everything that I need
Want a milli in the bank with a dime piece
Chilling beachside by the palm
I could see it by the way that she walked in
Baby, we ain't gotta do no talkin'
Shawty, I'm just tryna come and get close to you
Those eyes make it
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
back seat if you look back There its 2 red bones
And you know what Im on
I aint even got to sing no song
Bitch you know what we on
No fuck nigga put me
Don't Free Willy me God I 'on't want no smoke
Just lemme know
Give and go
Adios
Led by The Ghost
Down on my knees
Talk to the Lord
Faith out the boat
And they just seen me on TV
Navigate through the streets dog
Keep it real to the beat that ain't no secret
Jump
Outta the jeep car
Run up in the liquor
shit drive me crazy it's just not enough
I can't do commitment too monotonous
Monogamy is not for me
Shun me if you want
Your prerogative don't bother me
2 cents?
Protect ya neck!
(Who checking for me)
I could build a presentation
3D, maybe claymation
Just to show my education
Create an ontrac creation
Wendy's (Fresh)
Ain't no way this bitch a dime but she can't help you make a penny
Hell naw I can't waste my time with niggas who ain't fucking with me
What's the science, the 411, can't do me none
Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto
Never say die and never settle
For anythin less than what
can hold me play by play
Stolen cargo to Chicago truth is life ain't what it seems
You can bet on that if all you gots 2 dollars and a dream
Respect is just another thing that they don't show enough
My granny wanted me in church cause I ain't go enough
But you can't tell these niggahz nothing
moving on like a haul
If It got a dick an two balls legs spread like grey poupon
Twat hotter then Tucson in the summer
Let me get yo number
You can trust I
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