Lyrics:
this is the second coming
Extinction Level Event 2
There's only five years left, nigga
There's only five years left, nigga
There's only two years
, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's whores hoes in this house, there's some whores in this
peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes
lit, I will blow out your candle
My man touchin' kis, he don't play no piano
No, that's what everybody say
Hey, I've been that nigga, by the way
I've
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Pump that up G
Ah shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You
you's a rider (Ride)
Niggas ain't killers so they hidin' (Why?)
Fuck 'em all
Touch 'em all that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out
Watch
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
broke niggas
50 bands worth of dope, nigga
It's that easy
I done trapped it out in them tranches with it on me every night
We could squabble up back
soul
To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower
Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
clowns, what's the shit about?
They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed
area
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads
send 'em, nigga send 'em, nigga send 'em
Y'all can't fuck with me! Real motherfuckin' G (You out there?)
Straight from the streets of the C.P.T. (Well
ain't trippin' I'm just focused
Came back to claim what's mine I think everybody noticed
Ye I know ya'll feel, is that nigga really real?
What's
to be this Nigga
Come to find out they aint see Me getting bigger (oooh)
Meaning they aint want me Getting bigger
But got figure Figure when you figure
loccs
Do it 1 too many times
To niggas that's doing the most
This is all by design
This is how shit's supposed to go
Kush America on mine,
But yall niggas
(Okay, now Benny's got a gun and that nigga's insane, uh)
There's a place on God
(Peeped a couple niggas hopped out of a Range, uh
Peeped a couple
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap
it)
I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions
At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties
There's levels to this shit like Meek said
I got a message to send i promise on god i do not care how it go
Niggas keep fukkn around wit my character now its up there was never a hoe
We can
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
The niggas like bottles and James
Like McDonalds, like Popeyes, like KFC
You been knowing this motherfucker for a long ass time
Yes there's niggas out there
a switchblade
Real niggas out this bitch, we all tryna get paid
Whole month, I'm goin' strong with the D real niggas
Just like me, can't find him and that's
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