Lyrics:
Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant
"on my momma"
Send the blitz like he a lineman
When it come to violence
Keep it honest, pop a perky
I might get to wilding
I'm out my pocket
But what's
Sniffin coke over the glass of my G-Shock
That is hip hop bastard, my cassa da morte
Get ready for another malasorte
Ride the street stanotte
Leave
the last two action heroes
Actually had the capacity, to be the ones in a class of zeroes
Hip-hop's not dead, it was on vacation
We back, we bask in
hot, blazing
For the Hip Hop nation, not the pop station
Drums knock ya face in, have your block shaking
J Sounds riddim like a sound system
Dudes claim
greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my buck
Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck
I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin steak
Little money,
Warm as fuck get your wool up
I got a cool touch
With the tool tucked like tim the tool man taylor
Relatable i can't see my neighbors
I hop out the whip
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin'
Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this, nigga
I'm hearin' these niggas in the club, niggas soundin' like you, nigga
Bitin'
to compare me
To these Amateurs dealing with this mess like a hip-hop janitor
Got it situated like a tip-top manager
Life is a bitch but I know how to handle
we ain't gone put em hip
Cause the shit be going left
When they get all in the mix
What you doing around 6?
Get cute and leave ya wallet
You better
water
Not at all could you find it
But you see I be VIP
Hit the club don't need ID
We stepped in when we leave like three
She came with you but leave with
have you like a fag dancing all night
(Faggot)
But I'm a chill dude, on the real
I get so high; I could dunk on Shaquille
Ho kneel when I pass by, or get
a freezer unh
Make sum shake like seizure unh
Get that bread ain’t no pita Unh
I hop out the whip and I leave out the spot
Pull up on you that cus I got
get me a check, Take a trip out to Brooklyn
If he flexing a bag then you know it get took
Nigga fast on his feet, Man you know he be booking
I get
Aye yo, this is Arsenal Kerala, from the south west loud part of India
Showing some love for the boys in London, hip-hop style
South side, West
the talent speak for itself
I don't need no one else, I don't need a nigga help
I can do rap by myself, pump you get hit with a shell
Losing all mental health,
uh uh
Hop out the whip and I'm fresh as bitch
Come get ya bitch cause she all on my dick
Sending me post and keep liking my pics
Can't trust a hoe I
know I?m selfish at times but bottom line, move around if that ain?t how you get down
Plus my album coming out real soon, I?m in the studio daily tryna
(Gang) If you saw how
SK30 brought his Jook
And he fuckin ran
Like he got chinged
And he got pumped
Come back your fuckin man
Like hop off the booth
the same high school
And when you founded the Hip Hop club I had to find you and sign too
I joined with the skill of a breakdancer
I was shocked to learn
on the radi—
O, and they play 'em 20 times in a row daily
And that very well maybe the same reason they don't say me
When they speak on hip-hop legends, which
[Fabolous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is
I promised myself never Going out sad, had to get up and go get to a bag, bag, bag, bag
When I wake up, I'm thinking of ways, gotta get to the cash,
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