Lyrics:
six like a touchdown
I'm cruising right in my own lane
They stuck in the traffic like rush hour
They try hold me in but I bust out
Real nigga I keep it
love to play real hard.
I love to steal little things from the grocery store,
Like a piece of bubble gum, or sometimes I just stick my thumb in
randy moss better catch’m /never fucking off /jack up raw real hard G-37 top soft u hypnotized by the sauce
/Gotta see it clearer they looking at me
pavement
Feelin' like a outcast no Andre baby
Momma put me in a better school
Like I could learn some things I never knew
Then I met this nigga Danny Q
Put
hard trust me it hit it
For real though I was knocked down by the blow
Like an arrow man i was pulled back by the bow
But when it let go my elevation
the resume
I'm tired of you not doing
Your research look me up
I been on it since I was 3 so look me up
You showing me how deep your
Ignorance is by your
Rock?"
None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib
Wife like, "He ain't here," throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me 'til the tre' pound
with this rhymin' ya lines are declinin' you're one fry shy
Of a happy meal, shit you'd have to be crazy t' clash with me like the swap to a fly
Mentally
And they own up to 'em quickly
Real men take the heat
You can call it Dirk Nowitzki
And they do it cause He did it
Motivated by the King
Moving every man by
Seeing love is it fake or real it's getting hard to tell
Hiding all the pain, laugh it off like Dave Chappell
Do my mama proud stay in school not inside
All these beats bout to switch like the people on me
To keep it real, got no reason to feel left out
Got my brothers by my side when I'm stressed out
but money hide it from me (uh)
And ain't nobody ridin' for free fuck that (what)
Excuse my back nigga, what black (yeah)
I go at niggas hard for
'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rappin records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
I stay with the sticks
Put 3.5 in my blunt by myself I'm facing this
She a freak on the low but act like she take the Dick
Baby too bad you ain't
But i wont end up like Ricky no
I been keeping track
So i know who really with me
Niggas say they slime
But they know they really crippin
I don't pay
Nigga apply Pressure she like fasho that.
She gone let me, She gone let me, Told her bring a friend
She can tell by your walk that your a middle man
goin' bye-bye
Used to come through, hit it, pull off like a drive-by
Then she got that pool on her, so I know her new guy
Nigga had to tie the knot,
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie
By a bitch
It makes no sense right?
Pussy tight
I bet that bitch clench like
The jaws of life
And it ain't got no stench like
Your dirty wife
So
Mixing my flows
I'm like a chemist
Beauty and awe
Come in a package
Carried by me
I am the passage
I am like Mozart
Right from the start
I am like Kanye
These days it's hard to tell if the love is real
Blame it on Retrograde when the connection fails
Blame it on everyone instead of yourself
These days
trust
Can you just ride by your word
So many people are lost
And lately it's hard to find love
So many players in the game
So many colours on you like
alone in this journey, I'm by your side cause let's be real
This isn't a fight that you can fight all on your own without feeling low
I'm afraid that if I
everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de
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