Lyrics:
Don't care rock n roll all gone wrong
Never gonna stop till I drop till I’m bleeding
Never gonna stop till I drop till I’m done
I know a dealer a hippy
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a cantaloupe, on the table
They ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta
(Moneymakin on the beat so you know this shit make money)
I pop rocks and Glocks
In my sock
Bitch I always stay on go no I can't stop
And if you
shit on if I pop out
Feelin' fresh, head to toe I'm in Last Shop
I be flyin' to the moon its the last stop
Never been high as me you dont do drugs
They
By the time I pen this note
I know I've already made my decision
To fly rather than fight
Cause that's always been my nature
And I will probably
the whole store when I go in a shop
I go off the grid when its time for a drop
This ain't a hobby yo I'll never stop
Im dripping so much I think I need a mop
Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
shop
if you need a bird i can get it choped
tell me what you need you know i get them by the flock
i called my hommie black meet me on the av
i hit wash
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
take her
And I'm late to a date with my wife, I realize
I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise
And I'm walking through it, chaos is all
Still I'm falling in love with the right now poster girl
(Right now right now ooh ooh ooh)
Julie likes to shop lift in stores
Right alongside
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
the bread they'll throw you off of dark docks
So before ya heart stop
Or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cuz
You could never flex on me in that silly designer
That's whack attire
The only man that i trust is the boss in the shop
What a fucking rider
I run my
big plug nigga I don’t think I’ll ever stop put me in the game imma win it I shop Phipps I don’t go to Lenox I hold rank like a lieutenant I hold rank
olds walking by themselves in the street
The young die of cancer
I stop eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th street like peace
Even though it's war
olds walking by themselves in the street
The young die of cancer
I stop eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th street like peace
Even though it's war
Can I ask you something Rebecca? What-what's your hate towards me?
I thought I told you, stop fuckin with me bitch
Tania Cassandra Alondra yo' mama
fuck, I told y'all
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit
I got my
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through
you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin' shit
Pickin' pockets with a razor stoppin' Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm liftin' shop, once you
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