Lyrics:
i got the same birthday as Andy miloKnockit
I'm just trynna get it, and win it and also count some bands
Put some ice around my neck
That's cooler
down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot
toe
(Blacked out) trench coat on
But my thing's on show 'cah I
Gotta unzip like Rolling Stones
Try act up, you get shot or poked
With raging bulls, it's
Aye
TheNiggaFrom0982
Gun
Aiyy aiyy aiyy
They call me king
I'm just A lil boyy who was raised by the streets aiyy
I'm doing things
Check out my
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
When I’m lying in my coffin
You can have your coffee
I can be Andy Kaufman
Blackpool
Led on like a
Like a bull by the ring, he'd close his eyes and follow his nose
Past the stale stench of last night's stout and cigarette smoke
From
looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love
protect your loot
Was raised by the streets but wont die in the streets
Streets don't love nobody
Sacrificed some friends and found my own peace
I don't
on the gas
Twelve catching up
I'm gon floor it
I grabbed the bull
By it's thorns now I'm soaring
I'm going so fast
Ain't slowing down I see the improvement
I
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
Precious birthday fudge
Swamp night bull nail
Walker done done
Hot sweaty bulldog stood in the sunthen -
Stone village swamp man (is doing a)
Slow motion
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
Man I promise you it's like
My whole life changed
Andy Crouch wrote a book
About culture makin'
And after that I had to make a slight change
Ask
major, my league minor
Throwin' numbers up, need contact
These beats remind of Scott Steiner
Andy killed it on Sway's show
So I best be workin' my
with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}
Akon [Chorus]:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
Leave your body twitching by the bay out in Richmond
For asking your wives about the knives in my kitchen
Cock of the walk with the blade in my grip
Box
trying to serve on front street
My nigga was jagging cars when he was 15
Should've been in the booth on the beat fuck the beef
That's what you call a real
my partners deceased
Been a hot boy, this the demon in me
Back to the block, I got used to the streets
Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through
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