Lyrics:
a chance to say goodbye
Seen the rain falling hard like tears from the sky and all I could is ask God why
Uncle Mel, Big Mama and of course you Pops
Ever
Reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
Livin
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
mix it in a kettle
Let it settle put it in a pot
If it's too hot to handle
You're cooked
And I know I could never go back
But she was a throwback
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth
me with the life
I know I'm bound to live, cause all I do is turn up with the crew, no thinking bout you
Trying to get through, my shit that's in
too
we used be a crew
I said a prayer
truth or dare yeah I chose to care
Papa died mama cried devil told a lie
I wonder why
like Stevie had a blind
'bout the mall
Man I had to order that
Two K's Key and Kell you know
I want all of that tell you how to lead the
Game ima fuckin quarter back
One thing I
just let me through
Yeah the crew won’t let me loose
You just gimme loose
Yeah the sub woof woof
Wake the neighbours up
Take two scoop scoop
moving through
Me and my Crew
Just moving through
When I'm on the mic
Flowin' like Tim and Dustin
Spinnin' back and forth
Double DJ, custom cuttin'
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view, I'mma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
as long as you keep
Swaying to another crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's
Simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm
Tryin' to live
slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid
son
Sooner or later, no matter your crews gon' drop
Oh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall)
Mothers crying
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
Shell casings out my 9 flyin’
Through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it
You fuck around
We’ll blow your heart out the
Back of your
they don't watch their back
Told my mama, "Ain't no way I'm going sad!"
Bout to give you a thriller, no Mike Jack
Flow hitting too hard, get an ice pack
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
ain't no love
Ain't no love in this game
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix
Only
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
is vibrant
I mix moringa in my juicer you should try it
Finger licking my lil two piece wit a clear coat
Bandana turtleneck spray Mont Blanc onna
piece of change
Mix the perc with honey this with bitch tryna celebrate
Baby I never get tired I'm like Kevin gates
Put down yo pride your surrounded by
want a bite out of legacy
I mix them both up that's the recipe
Uh real nigga; 2 3's up: say rest in peace Pop Smoke
We turn road to a race track
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