Lyrics:
down, locally
Tryna put me inside a opp pack, brag about how they smokin' me
Swear to God y'all niggas be some hoes to me
He was by himself and y'all
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
When that perfect hand comes along
You bet big and then you take the house
Used to be unlinked to moments, so I iso'ed
Had a plan to see for them to
See
see no trickle down
And capitol hill wonder why we
Think their words fickle now
Supposed to be a government run
By checks and balances
But they seem
impossible for you to be a hater
$100 Mixtape shit
(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)
I go by the name of Hylyte
And I'd like to say welcome, ha ha
I'd like
but sometimes (what?)
I ride low-key with a big iron
I just wanted to feel normal one time (one time)
On life, I'ma go when it's crunch time (take
the best)
'Cause the sky is never limited
I get high off life but they won't let me be
Weapon on my side, I shot no deputy
Drink up all night,
on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That's the mother fucking po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if
I have not tried
I don't beg it's not my nature
But I'll give you some good advice
The all time big loser
I used to be
So old man move over
down like I'm in the pound
Coming from a place more deep than a mile
I was living foul
Now hear a wolf howl
Pulling myself by nails unfiled
And I won't
Getting through everyday
By the ounce
Got it all on my waist
I know you smell it
Couple miles away
Hit strong
Thats the gas in the tank
Big bong
Have her
Stop
And take those big blue eyes
Back out of my heart
It don't belong to you
But maybe it could
It sure has crossed my mind
I gotta be
babies, and zombies
Parkin' lots and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks
A million in the building, buildings protected by more blocks
Young childs,
that grows the clothes on your back
Were running a mile out of the house he was born in
Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall
Selling his
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
Young nigga from 7 Mile
(Ayy) , that's worth seven figures
That's what happen when you
Waitin' on a package, lil' nigga
I'm talkin' about a hundred
below that all once there gone
They bowed and then vowed to
Never be so reckless
And Nordak awoke and said
"let's make big breakfast"
They cooked and they
the wrath of my pen
You can tell I got now by
The words on this page
I got too big for the corner so
I brought it to the stage
been back since
Haha, shit don't make no sense
Gotta watch these niggas close
And analyze they motives
Always niggas who be close that
Hit a nigga lower
Yeah, man, um
Trapped On Cleveland 2
SS241 in Bleveland
250 Block Life
Due to the fact, nigga, millions and billions on the table
Keed
Talk
they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know,
it go to waste
Alice, you would walk for miles
For the chance to put me in my place
Beg me to come a little closer
Then you tell me I'm a big disgrace
Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture
to be that boy
Wearing a tag with my name don't really bring me joy
Plus with time flying by, I'm trying to use the shit wise
I'm trying to juice them
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