Lyrics:
You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the 2-way
You lay your head on my pillow
And do me baby
The rhythm gonna get chu
That’s my crib
I’ve been poetic all a long
Mix the poems and rhythm then I po’ it in a song
Way b4 the stanza and verses... I was stand up in person
Same
get it
Let me mix this formula soon to make millions
I'm staying real every 7 day like I'm Craig David
Catch me in a new fit on a new day for sure
to the kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda I got yo D
Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope
Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
oh clock appointment to correcting they rhythm
A hard hitting on a mission native walking with a limp and
Two steps in the club ladies recognize
and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who
henchman
Got into shit
I ain't have supervision
Single mom of three
She stayed working
Jumped in GD
When I was just seven
Heart ice cold
I ain't know love
By
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
redeemed yeah
They tryna remind me of all the bad things I did yeah
But I stick with your people cause they be keepin' it real yeah
Where two or more gather
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
trying to feel something but my tolerance real ugly
In the field 24/7 Chase say that he feel for me
I got comfortable I was stuck in that jungle for years
of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, Pete makes beats in the basement
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
back
Know that's a fact
Huddle up all the children, all 7 billion in the Wolf Pack
How you mix a savage round' with madness, look where I'm at, uh
& This is like Kanye West through the wire
I Mix this shit up like it's jambalaya
I splash everyday I need new atire
My weed get dropped off by an Uber
the Sabbath holy, on gang
Respect yo' mom and yo' pops, don't kill
Don't commit adultery and don't steal
Don't bear false witness, keep it real
And never envy
for much I just want You just for to keep it real
Know I walk by faith so I let
Jesus takeover the wheel
Totin' on my medal can't be lackin' I got real
if this was Disney
Holy Ghost walk by like oops ya missed meWho could this be
Jesus I know
Paul I know
But who could this be ?
RUFF catch the frisbee
If you see me spark a blunt
I need to chill
Prolly think I smoke to much
I like the way it feel
To high I'm gassed up
I hope Jesus grab the wheel
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
niggas its some real niggas on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't give a fuck about puttin two in your liver
But how you figure
picked a real bad time to be strategic
I think my life's bad picking up the pieces
Some folk already got their appointment to see Jesus
In this world
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm
Step into the room like I came by dimensional plane
Space princess, put respect on the name
Percieve me with your eyes wide open and your jaw agape
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