Lyrics:
Shey you wanna kick it with a young bull
Got a couple milli in the duffle
I remember back in the day
Rapping in my school hallway
No time for class so we
talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo
the water get
See I grew gills and a caudal fin
Foggy as fuck , head to feet
If I lose I'm on the streets
No I can't drown, I was born to breathe
Andy ain't
We lead by example
And accept that when we lead we may become the example
STAMPED
We get pass the bull like it's June or July
Say whatever but can
go, we go
I pass my April fools in monster may
I pass by so much bull I should say "ole!"
I got friends named raggedy Ann and Andy
Call my "bon
Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air
Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair
Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back
Then she
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
me
Matter fact catch me out in the street
SuperCar SuperCar can't catch me
SuperCar SuperCar Superfast Sheesh
SuperCar Speedy V12 Freak
SuperCar comfy
coming my route
And I’m so fly in my street clothes
But my vehicle make the whole street glow
So the cop follow me like IG hoes
Cause I’m a black man from
My bloodline got some shooters
I can't trust these boys like Judas
Niggas acting clueless
Like they wasn't raised by boomers
Chaos in the streets
My bottomlip bleeds onto the riverbank
It forms a tide that runs to sea
The tainted sands fading out into the open
I slowly fade away from me
Out
I'll die by myself
I'm a whole Gang by myself
Thirty niggas in my head
Thirty rounds I'll buss your head
I gang bang by myself
All these pussy niggas
die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
Hmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover (C'mon)
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked ready
you can even slide the Vickie's
I might drop my boxers but I'ma leave my Nikes on
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin'
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
slide the Vickie's
I might drop my boxers but I'ma leave my Nikes on
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know
on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old English Red Bull and Blue Bull
Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke
Little bad ass, my
skunk, well alright
Sunoco put my tank all full
Before we're out, Life, feed the pit bulls
Pit bulls, that's what the logo be
With the noun stuck for
You see, Hankroll, I told my young niggas Its a dirty game.
Keep it on you at all motherfucking times
It’s better to be protected by a 45 than
this block is dead
(dead understand?) "
Coming back every night
City Hall rolls up the
Sleeves for street fights
Overhand right got niggas confused
By
go
High not low and away we go
It's twelve o'clock and I don't want to party
My pit bull friend and my big truck hobby
A little bit of dirt never hurt
when my pops got angry
You would see more rays (Murray) than Andy
When you get slapped in the face by aunty
Back when they were over chastising
But I'll
flipping pages
Somewhere surrounded by some real ones
Man I feel the safest
All this bull shit going on
But I been Stuck in amazing
Nun of this shit amaze me
you think ima kid?
Sticks and these stones
They be breaking my bones
All of these words i just spew from my dome
Talking that bull man just leave me
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