Lyrics:
ammo, shit there's none left
Hear my squad, hear grenades getting set off
But I just need a quick second with this death box
Open it up, no ammo, just
through the smoke i can't even sleep
No i ain't finish I'm spinning and spinning cus we gon be at for weeks
Shit like the playoffs cus we drop a body move
nobody can replace me
Squad full of fiends for the dreams we get hasty
How I got a dream when I barely even sleep
Try to stay afloat but this shit be
the fuck you act like you hard and you and you aint bout a thing
This shit real life no façade creep thru the cut with the squad
With the same sword that
the Squad, no more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury
a nigga no rose wood (fucker)
I got 4 grams in this backwood (squad)
Throw his body in the backwoods (fuck him)
Cut his body parts like the cartels (sucka)
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
Feels good dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off
Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by y'all
Doesn't it feel good, to see us make money
Feel good,
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
flown
So many lands we've come to know
And we watch our love just grow
'Til the Winter brings us home
No time gives us reasons for why it just goes by
Supermodels think I'm handsome
You might think I'm too aggressive
But really I think I'm too passive
'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin'
1500, all
Baby is badder than bo Pete⁸ll
I been performing with no sleep
How could I run it wit no sneaks we wanna war when it's no peace
Say you goin ride
Be by
Ima get rich in the trap house
Wok what I sip til I black out
Call up my clique and we cash out
Pot by the zip smoke a fat ounce
Ops wanna quit make
need me son
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{"What's on your mind this morning?"}
{*scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"*}
Klak klak!
{*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til
living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin' like a young Sade
'Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know
the Summertime Vibes
All I'm doing is sipping lemonade by the pool
Getting all fueled
Not acting like a fool
No more need for sweaters that are made out of wool
for damn near a whole decade
To the death 'til the Firing Squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with
Mi deadly like Leonidas , Cersie
poison Pon a Hershey's
Klay Thompson Widdi shot yo sumaddy call Sir P
Deadliest thoughts designed with no mercy
mama, I'm a rider, a rider
And you can tell by my eyes
I ain't gotta lie
I'ma stay thrilled 'til the day that I die
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil' mama, I'm
babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
day I don't sleep no
I don't even know what I got sheets for
Them pillow cases and bed frames oh nah take that, don't need those
So high I don't get
Hook
Hope mama love me
The pressure keep building
The sky ain't enough for me
My floors be ya ceiling
Til I heat up and Marble that
The universe
Say mi whine up the ting 'til it pile up
Big bumper, girl, just a whine and it wile up
Dem a squad, me never stop 'til it pile up
Mind enough so
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
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