Lyrics:
50 racks ina Fanny
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her
Ima young nigga
Love chasin tokens Staying focused
Since a jit I been thru shit
Got so much weight up on my shoulders
Eaton street Infront
unbreakable
And it gotta me feeling strong like I can break a bull
Embrassed by the things I've done but I aint a fool
There's angel hairs in my devil lettuce
sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it
By the age of 15 in 2014
I was rapping to my phone, listening to beats
Recording songs on SoundCloud doing "One Takes"
And if I messed up, I'ma do
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
treasures
We All in, Andy Garcia in Desperate Measures
The graces, keep me holy, holy by the gesture
Riding good, finding peace, in the desert
A million
with his step daddy
He finna shoot him up and pass him to his friend Andy
He finna back it up and back again, smoking elements
In the Benz where cadaver
Walking a wet street by the river
Black wooden box in my hand
On my back is a solid state, speaker
Hey brothers, I'm your man
On the floor there's
one of the bigger biggest of n****z that done did it
Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics
So by the time that they hear it,
better watch they a**
Soon as I get released, I`ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I`m back on the street
There`ll be trouble when they
gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
I see the friends, they blurry
I ain't never seen 'em by my side
When i need 'em h ( i need 'em)
i said the fans, the glory
ion even wonder where
to where I'm at
Look back at my journey reminisce and update the map
Ever since I was born, bull with the horns
Running through thorns, look 20 years later,
banged
So what you think That mean?
Crib on trey-5 street
Planets pushed them weights
My coco paste
Look like dental waste
My grandpa's dentures laced
16
never fold that's just how it go
All of my team and vv on me move in the street but i move so discrete
I got some bitches that love me for what I am
Gotta make it grow
Gotta make it grow
Gotta make that flower grow my baby
Gotta make it grow
Gotta keep that thing a bull
Cause if it don't keep
the beach to the breeze, sea view in my rear view I
I see the streets I had to walk just to get by (Just to get by)
Or how I had to struggle just to get mine
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
very, very, very, very, very, very tricky
Steve Kekana to the bull shit
Do the honours if the shoe fits
Secure the bag, eh, eh
We never run out of cash
you've obliterated
I responded with "A couple"
If you play my shit it better not be shuffle
It gotta by alphabetical order
You a fanatic I don't doubt
how to make it out
Hate sleeping on my momma couch
Ill Hit the streets and work it out
c pencil gonna get me out
This art is what im all about
Come
fuckin' clear
They don't know how to live
He a bull, a laker, a cavalier
I'm gonna talk my shit
Parate, vámonos, andale
Vámonos a la verga
Nos ponemos una
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