Lyrics:
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
From a C Z P O
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evil, didn't learn from his mistake
The moral of the story is,
shotguns, you name it. All to try to save some of the last unspoiled virgin forest we have left anywhere in this country from being chopped down and turned
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
the hood three times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I
the one who wants me to be an idiot
kill everything with Cililish '
anyday (anyday) × 3
by the way nikka please
everyone has enemies
(VERSE 2: TEEDO FRESH
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you
Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we
him
Finally, fan base trinklin' down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evil, didn't learn from his
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
brought'em from bondage in Egypt to property (aye)
God in three, gotta keep harmony audibly talking that fathered a colony
Now I see, the problem is not
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
I showed the tabloids bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy.
[Verse 3]
Live from the Bridge, cliques stay
what I'm talking about
(oh no oh no oh shii !)
clways kept your head up
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
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