Lyrics:
shower
I got gucci for the registry
Overindulging over-impulsive
Over my clothing
Chains on my
Shoulders is bulging
Can't explain range rovers
By
tooken that
Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at?
Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at?
(Over here) Got my nigga Funkmaster Flex always
shit on my hat, racks no store scene
Kept them hater on they job by cashing out on new cars
Trying to stop the kid but they can't Sideshow Bob
Prettiest
friends drivin Benzes, gettin paid
(Alright, everybody, get your hands up over your head and nobody move!)
...Until the drug raid
Oh well, I rather be
Laughs You good? Aight?
Yo, chill bro!
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So Chaz, from Toro, one of
My favorite artists ever, there
Was this melody that I had
In my head
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
people dead in the streets
And y’all just wanna hear that shit that bop your heads to the beat
They say that ignorance is bliss but that don’t settle with
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
hood
(Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods)
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme and you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk with cold
speaking on these trenches cause I know I'm Shellshocked
Remember all the days running plays by the mailbox
Back when we was kids in the car in that hot box
bitch got a new hoe my new hoe look like mulatto
I'm clutching on my glizzy please don't walk up on this car door
Money over bitches that always been kid
Turn the car around
If we spot a opp
Then we gon hunt em down
He was dissing on the gang
So we we might have to gun you down
7.62s will have yo head
Full Memphis taking over, blow a niggas' ass off
Me and Asmodeus' breaking the system
They talking that hot shit, don't even listen
My diamonds all
lyin' paralyzed on a mattress
Maybe that's a consequence of my habits
Gotta change things, put 'em in to practice
But lately I'm feelin' crushed by
gun kinda fatal you better grateful
I just love eating fries cause we bust your Potato
Your legs on the steps but you head by your naval
I told you my
good brother gone niggas should be ashamed
It ain't worth killin' niggas over no watch and chain (it ain't)
They caught the kid who did it, that nigga
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
kids sent him back to his school
Bruck down pussy
We make bread over here likkle pussy
Cant step over here likkle rookie
Last time I seen you mans you
poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay
just way over my head with these dreams
Where's your feature, where's N*****
That's what you need, that's your weakness
If you think that's what I'm
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
actin' strange (uh-huh, Whoo Kid)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty
freaky deaky, she know how I go
Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow
Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto
I know you
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