Lyrics:
one little prospect
Know I'm dying bout my nighas dying bout my gang
Every single top floor you know she pulling out that thang
You can feel good in
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
Yo, BBK, hundred million sBTv
We're going in 2012 shit
To those who don't know me hello
You think you control me, no
I'm one of the best artists in
corn got crash, it was done by gang
Gang's OT living with cats or we in PB in them flats
They ain't on piss, so they rap like that
More than ten been
the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin' in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me
all of my opponents in a hearse
We shot him 3 times go get him a nurse
They know I'm on top I will never reverse
Drip so cold might need me a sink Aye,
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy
I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous
catchin' my plays now
Niggas can't ride with me
Got vibes in the back, ain't no space
Hit her in the studio, ain't got time to wait
Yeah, yeah, broke ass
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
No way no way
We was tryna get it all day
All day
Me my dawgs we live it always
Yeah
We was taught to get it all day
Yeah
Thats always
Yeah
Its
matter, some don't think we meant to live
Real sad when you 'posed to be the same team
And find out yo gang gang is gang grene
Caught up in fairy tales,
a young, fit nigga
Dollars I got plenty in the studio with 20 ya
Keep my hittas with me make sure that I'm straight
Threw the Benz away and copped
Couldn't open up my eyes
Protected by the fact that I'll always be (gang gang)
The one who lives it up for you and me (oh)
The boys stick around
My bitches
That stay inside my chest and kill me by the time it's evening
I swear to god I'm different
I make these bad decisions
I sleep with different women
the studio I'm posted on mars
I had to dust off all these records get the music to start
I had to set my self a bar just to set me apart
I ain't really live my
coolio
Tryna to build my studio
Off the grid no post code
In the public I'm in ghost mode
I'm getting grown
I Fuck all the bitches &
Make em moan
They
I've just been dying to get it
Niggas be dying to be me
Said I'd be back in a minute
Then I went back and I did it
We all be dying to get it
My
could let me know
Do a song, direct the video
And I been sleeping in the studio
Bust a move like I'm the CEO
If it ain't for you, then who you do it for?
living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
rearrange ya things
Cause once the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but the devil was in my town
Looking for me
But
We warriors, we warriors, we warriors
Finally in the studio, you all know we roll hydro every time we rhyme
I'm high, look at me deeply in my eyes, I
The world surrounds us with its hate
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come to strangle you in spite of what you'd like
And don't be a rascal, don't be
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