Lyrics:
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man
25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
The national economies of 193 countries
Member states of the United Nations were ordered
To close down on March 11, 2020
The order came from above,
hundos
Cheese the weeze
The cheese could buy three condos
Fuck it, I'm the new Kirby Puckett
Got the state of my back
The topic of discussion
Dick, game,
You see that funeral got shot up
What funeral
At New Zion last week
Oh oh yeah I saw that on the news
Shot a funeral
They ain't shot no damn funeral
another state niggas sending a new clip
She like Theoryy you better not go fuck on no new bitch
Gotta keep it omerta cause niggas got loose lips
Gotta live
at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
We never was a minute late.
And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' outa Georgia state.
We had
a crush them niggas
Chrome heater, street sweeper
Gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter
Twelve shot Nine now, one of my new pets
And when
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
and chores
7, 8, 9, 10 tickin' tickin' time
Getting sicker every little second tickin' by
It's that new world shit
"Stuck on defence like I'm handcuffed in
the leaders of the new school
Y'all niggas tryna play by new rules
Your record sales don't mean you nice
Y'all spitting verses y'all ain't write
But that's
this below the sky
To not to hurt her son
To not to let him die
Balder stood there encircled by gods
Thrown with stones, spears and hit
With sword
No
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate
and trying be too great
Cop a crib in two states cause we Need new space
Gotta make moves now before it gets too late
Living in Gotham
Where niccas is two
pistol on your side
A Crenshaw gang member Gave me reason to try
News fill with nipesy hussle This shit made me cry
I Got on my knees I told god I Don't
Palmetto State
Make the whip glide like T.I when he was on his skates
I can't forget the nine i keep my stick like Emoni Bates
Treat that nigga like some
nobody
I’ll follow the state, drugs from 9 till 8
And I’ll hate everybody, I’ll hate everybody
Oh God, what have I done
My life is pure pain, I become no
Dancing near the driver for the Bentley while I count no racks
She wanna ride with me through every hood while I sell this pack
Nine strokes and her
the truth
I'm just trying to know more about you
What's the deal, girl tell me what's new
Trying to learn more about you
Was abused by them other dudes
But
the best in town
Work that nine to five
Just baking bread in my bakery
Clock in right on time
Just baking bread in my bakery
Wright song line by line
Just
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
records, aint no body better than us
Shady records, I got your ears goin like its ???(that is hard to tell)
Hotter than a fellon in a carload full of nines
and during the show
Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if
Game don't wait (heavy. wait.)
Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind motherfucker can't be late (hold up. wait.)
Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state
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