Lyrics:
Aha, yeah, we live, aha
Pro Boi, Ill...
Ahh Yeah
Impetigo my vibe is highly contagious like a pustule
Hip hop is dead , I'm a resurrected apostle
seeker
You hotboy? I suggest you chill
Too many Wayne's in the game, and I won't rest until
I kill them all, psyche, im kiddin' dawg
I wouldn't actually
climb so high with no fall, disappear amidst the smoke to reemerge with the erg. To engulf the game with flames choked by fog in the fall.
Real niggaz
flyer than a jet pilot
What a smile and the eyes like wet violets
They flutter by like the wings of the butterfly
Keep it tight, Eva Mendes in "The Other
and fame
They can put you on the field (Yeah)
But you won't get in the game (Wo no)
How many suckers knew that before they came (Woo yeah)
Now you know
maid for my time frame
Of being in the game, no Tron things
Trace the lines, I'm an architect when I lay the rhymes
And I call collect cuz I'm facing
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough
Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner
Highlighted by
on ma Homie
North side, I'm a pro ya know me Phone me
East side, we get to the Road ma bro see
South side, is Living in the Boss life, all night
U know
of us are Steves
And some of us are Alexs
But we all play the same game
We are all friends in Minecraft
We all help each other
We might get killed by some
of us are Steves
And some of us are Alexs
But we all play the same game
We are all friends in Minecraft
We all help each other
We might get killed by some
of us are Steves
And some of us are Alexs
But we all play the same game
We are all friends in Minecraft
We all help each other
We might get killed by some
Intro: CJ Fly
Yo yo yo yo pros
Y'all try'na cypher right quick, what up bruh bruh bruh?
Hook: CJ Fly
I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight?
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
like Steph in this game
Cuz I'm on a wave
That they cannot ride
Imma go get it till the day I die
Got me some real ones I call they gon Slide
I'm neva
glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
Aint no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the mutha
She like to fuck, eat, smoke and then go exercise
Shorty a certified pro, she got me mesmerized
Fucking with me, because I'm nothing like them other
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
that
what you know about that, pro'ly know me from the rap
I am the leader of a revolution, the betterment of music
is embedded in they head and chest,
and a black bitch I can't pick I want them both
Don't play this game if you can't hang, no she ain't know I was a pro
Look, no I don't need your love baby I'm
To the states, I'm collecting my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K
Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur
postal
Rap game easy like recording on pro tools
After I fuck I forget that I know her
I knock a ten down like I'm a pro bowler
We all in the streets don't
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, you need me (ooh)
I wrote my first bars in the car
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
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