Lyrics:
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin', like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
('cause I've been betrayed)
Feel like they beat me like a slave
How many niggas been betrayed out there tonight? (Plenty of times, nigga)
Nigga don't
Well well, finally Damien Hannah steps into the studio
Shout out to wyshmaster beats, for this banger
Osoyoos music on that record button
And mad
lead folds the old heads
Clones get stoned, blown and broken
We need a new lane to flow folks get open
Smoke the beat, freak the subject and
Preach when
This disease will not beat you, this disease will not beat you
This disease will not beat you, this disease will not beat you
Fuck cancer disease is
Love Off The Die Die Bwoy
Yuh Fi Know Dat c My Style
NGM Left Dem Out By Miles
cn Every Youth Dream Is c Nice Life
Wid c Big Mansion Benz Park Inna
off by bringing your right
Knee up, and then your left knee
And then alternate back and forth
Lucii mixed this, baby
Try come, try me
(Try) , bet man
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
[Verse One]
Seconds after I have been swept off my feet
Open through the doors and in steps the beat
Complete with medical packs and four fours
?beat by beat
together we?e off on the run
racing the hottest august sun
crank the radio
this is the only way to go
i have seen hell
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
up and get rich
You have no luck
Pull off in a whip
Run up and ditch
Better go duck
Bitch I’m not rapper bitch I’m an artist
By those terms Imma be one
then I sped off
Ima beat the pussy beat the pussy like a red dog
Shawty keep it lit keep it lit like a candle
Rich nigga dick bitch gone take your pants
your pocket
Rhymes blast off like rockets
Rhymes will be replaced and beats erased
In case a rapper tries to trace hardcore bass
Made in a minute
year so we takin' off
Ain't doin' it by playin' soft
Takin' twenty-three gon' blow it off
Our flight is leavin' we ain't showin' off
Workin' hard no time
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
it make you change you start to go insane
Walk by faith
Life aint easy, so I walk by faith in a fresh pair of Yezzy's
Bad chick get her face beat I'm
You will get your cap snatched off
Bitch think I'm horny 'cause I told
Her I get jacks off
Yeah, Maze made the beat, dumb ass nigga, huh
I got Guccis
"Doctor I've got this feelin' deep
inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet when
I hear the beat, when I hear the beat
I just
It's Just A Beat
I'm sweepin these girls and boys up off they feet
One with charm school and one with the heater
I'm a Ghetto Apostle and I'm still
line
Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus)
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
We can make arrangements though
And if you
money lil nigga you broke
You aint never seen 100 p's in the trap house nigga
You aint never ever beat the pack out
You aint never fell off in the club
A sick verse and knock a nigga
Off his feet used to struggle
For a beat but 8 gat us lit
Cannot stop till we make it out The grid
From the hood with this
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