Lyrics:
about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way
Run it back my niggas
Run it back my
really
Give two fucks (yeah)
Last homie try to hang
We left his ass looped up (yeah)
Broom sweep
Grimy motherfuckers getting spruced up
(Bah, bah) fuck
on the waist like a suplex
Everybody's asking they wanna know who's next
Like I'm getting servered at bar by suzette
Mean & clean when I fling on the crew neck
them go by
Cause my lyrics are as tactical as it gets
A poet from the city not the capital
My rhymes are rapid and static my flow's dynamic
My words are
the oak *Live Oak*
(Chorus)
I aint tryna play no more (x3) (momo nonono) (x2)
(V3)
I aint tryna play nomo, you know i gotta praise the Lord
You know
[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
on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
lit
She two-timing n****s like the '92 Blue Jays
The crew fades, dead or in jail, peddling cane
I am no pure saint, to tell him he can't live how he can
j, up in the party
Just doin' it
You must be joking, live-o
In the scene and you zoning
Rollin' with the top down
For some real fun
Summer night, Two
of lonely. x4
Verse 2:
The psychedelics got me living in peace.
I used to not want to live, now I'm living unique.
Living discrete, smoking weed through
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna
With my two fists
And no I'm not a fighter
But I'm not a pacifist
Preach, then rap, then have some fun
Live, then laugh, then show some love
Preach, then
(*sword slicing*)
Slashing by air, by sea, and by land (OH)
Sentinels attack and I fight the program
Like David and Goliath, they gave us no chance
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky
these niggas
How I feel to be a black
Man, you say something wrong
Nobody understand
Money, power, black, opinion, pick two
They would kill ya
No matter
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
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