Lyrics:
got hit up for nothin'
I smoke blunt after blunt, give my bitch a concussion
I can't trip on that ho, 'cause they come by the dozens
Like a record
we guard the death so no one can record you
Them man are bystanders, they ain't bad by my standards
There's no playback on payback
I've seen so many
Ay, Phil, put some sounds on me
Marks on my neck
She want a check (Check)
Pay all her rent (rent)
Smash up the bands (skrr skrr)
You and your
a climb from the bottom, I’m just glad I got my view back
And some haters I told them voetsek
I ain’t got time for your bullshit
Trying to record a winner
can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston
Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse
I'm sorry, Daddy,
I won't do it again.
Time you joined us captain.
No, Mr.
Hear me?
Captain, you're not going to damn well put your life
The Lord is my witness
Everything that I put my name on
Will surely get a round of applause from the critics
Always been the talk of the city
I was born
into the backyard
Light fires ourselves
With the Wiigwaas all around us
Well, we could be ourselves
Or go inside, put on a record
Drift into
wax
Ah one new dance weh Chi Ching find again
Ah run the street and the lane and 'round di the bend
Way Up! Ah di name and di title
Done by
Blacc Sam got to speak in front the whole wide world
Put businesses in your hood
Sold records
Signed athletes
Four hour ride through each hood with no
ain't cashed in
Take your dead end job on on dead end street
Throw it on the record hon, put it on repeat
Aint nothing to see
Just little patch of rough
Too many times before.
You'd stay just long enough,
To leave me again,
So you can come over,
But you can't come in.
I'd put on that record
Trying to make a dime, black man change your state of mind
Peace! to PE, BDP and X-Clan when I give a pound
It's never with my left hand
Styles are
me pick the weaker powered
stations of my shit was set on cable, bumpin
Pause record to press just in case I caught somethin
I always did, just a kid
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
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