Lyrics:
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Brick by brick
Yeah
My son almost a millionaire
Built my net worth
So he can get it there
Take all my assets
Let him and his mamma share
to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just
murder, murder
Nigga what'd you say?
Who rocks it? I play the plug you play the socket
You all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how I get your open
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
she grab that
Said she wanna rock it I can never let her have that
Never an imposter I be always talkin' real rap
Yurman chain around my neck'
I make ya
i'm finally dropping it
Freestyling? i'm bombing it
The next frontier, i'm gonna progress from here
Let's hope i'm making music in 2-3 years
Rock
of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about rhymes
More rhymes
Party
of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about
RHYMES
More RHYMES
Party
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
Like Kid Cudi shirt, shit could be a hit but it's gotta be money first
I rap with a sickness card, Iraq pistol pulling private, shh
Chris, I think I
the plan
Uh mehn I'm tired of saying mehn
Nikki come on take it then hehn
Mo le jo mo le korin all by myself
I can make your body rock I don't need nobody
reknown, let the part without a start
'cause stay in my machete, is the way of my heart
Con' sting ya, creator, prospered, innovator
To get funky fresh,
not to flip
I ain't going to my grave
Without knowing what it did
I was wired to cross every line ever drawn
And in the end, if God don't let me in
all in Seattle where it rains
You can buy my slang, I'm from the Bay, mayne
A rap star piece, I'm a beast on the mic
It's ten, I'll creep up in by
Short said it's back on
Let's get this money, midwest down South
East coast, West coast ride out, biatch
These are the tales
(That's my gift to rap
Coming in with big dreams but I'm ye high
God level I rap like I'm ye high
Graduated my block taught me drive by's
Keep a eye when they stare while they
these chains
I may never come back
Going to go out and give myself a rap attack
And if I like it a lot I'm
Going to make it a double
And if you stand in
triggers, fuckin up the game
But me you can't tame, an outlaw like Jesse James
We got east versus west, bullet-proof tef' vest
Who's the best? But let it
play
dumb
boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps
the
rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you
the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
tryin' to pass go
Shakin' em up, breakin' em up, takin' no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So let the volume increase, never to cease
I'ma release
a gun
When I can just let the rhyme shoot ya
Bring it to the North, South east and West
"Make the world wanna I take
A deep breath" scratching
Don't
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