Lyrics:
dem fi get
Paper Milly mi always den pin mi Ps and Qs
Can study mi di enemies confuse
Small circle people pick and choose
By any means di Gs wet real
kilos)
I could get you killed
That's gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs)
Where you from? I be on the
East Side of that
an o.g. to a snotty nose kid
Got me caught up in the rapture like maze days gone by
And real gs gon cry
But I try to walk the yard with my head
Fuckin' up this rap game with these wicked rap skills
And ain't far from makin' Gs ta makin' mills
I'm a trill B.G. uptown hard hitter
On the real my
(Yea Yea it's CD)
I Do this music by myself
And ian stopping shit
Said 2020 going crazy
Now I'm dropping shit
So don't bother go and asking
whole family crying in the sanctuary
This sauce shit for real shit revolutionary
Haven't seen it better moves Im making legendary
Gotta run it by me first
My older sister got a baby girl coming real soon
I found out last Christmas 2020 was the news
It's so great to see you smile now that I know your
to do the right thing
2020's by far the craziest year I've ever lived in my life
R.I.P. to my brother Danny
Watch life too soon
R.I.P. to everybody who
2020 vision
Things fall apart
And confront all of your bliss extracted from the art
“When can I go back?” Now is the wrong q
So replies don’t slap and I
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
fully loaded, ah, yes
Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha
50 Gs to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me
Chrome socks beaming
Through
fully loaded, ah, yes
Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha
50 Gs to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me
Chrome socks beaming
Through
Where my niggas? (Where my niggas at?)
Where my niggas at? (All my real niggas throw your mothafuckin' hands up, come on)
Where my niggas? Where my-
Where my niggas? (Where my niggas at?)
Where my niggas at? (All my real niggas throw your mothafuckin' hands up, come on)
Where my niggas? Where my-
she had the Gucci boots
I had Sarducci suit's
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior MAFIA representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back niggas
I give my heart out on a blue moon (Only)
Night driving my new coupe
We gon' swerve til the sunrise
You can't catch me in the moonlight
Fuck 2020
You
But if you can, then sign in blood cause I'm a vamp like Marceline
On the real, real, real, real, real
How you feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
On the real
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
rhyme
The last of the real Gs
Thatve truly crossed the
Line don't shed a tear for me my shit
Was history and how they feel
For me will never be a mystery
to Midus, I'm freezing minus
Watch my shit blow up like isis
I got visions in my iris
Scouted by some influencer Gs
I'm sick like Influenza give cold shivers
your passion
Now im seeing shit real clear
2020 vision taking off on my career
Really doing damage, swear these numbers be severe
Had to cut em off,
teraz žijem sci-fi
Pálim weed, potom žeriem pills
Žijem život, ne cez livestream
Moji Gs nebudú musieť robiť
Naživo celý tím
Oh my god, všetci by chceli
too busy tryna be illegal
You don’t even know what real Gs do
Why don’t you just be you and build that?
With no drugs or money in your rap
Now where
.jpg/225px-Music,_sheet_(AM_1999.155.96-5).jpg "Larry Coleman 2020")
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