Lyrics:
all bout the cake, that's why I bank with chase
Call me Dr. Flex, call my spliff a TEC
Shit gon hit ya face, leave em dead without a trace
Now we gettin
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Do I give a fuck about America? (FUCK NO!)
Call me a patriot bitch I'm a buck yo, ass
Right up your motherfuckin' shit creek
She got some negativity
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
holdin' it down
Every car pass by with the music real loud, while bumpin', roamin' around
Tellin' me to make a hit but I really don't get
While they
red jumps right through the open yellow door
Whip-crack'n Wade loves a sound that will take you by surprise
With a crack of his whip he will show you
The clock is always ticking
And I'm always doing not wishing
Plus I'm mother fucking bitchin'
Feeling rich in here
Get with this right here, yeah
I
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
Peace God (Peace to the gods)
How you God? (Studying 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour)
The Fuck?
It's just the new way of thinking
them o's up, promise I'm on go about 'em
I can't even slide right by myself bro say don't go without 'em
Shordie ass a thug up in these streets man she
Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man
Come talk wit reality
An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face
No Ice-T, come talk wit reality star
Tell dem
nowhere
Turn up the volume to the radio, I'll be right there
And I never had love for a nigga, I'm about my money
I'm a million dollar mack, that's how I
by jakes
On my own level upgrading my spaces
Son I'm dumb dumbs invading faces
Making my own rules gin and guava juice
Talk shit, catch a hole in ya
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
About our communities?
How can they be talking about
What they all this the
Hood blah blah blah they don't
Care about our communities
You know what I mean
back still wildin' shit
What up
Aye baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that
Shut your Blah
A typhoon's blowing and tsunami is coming in by sea
Bankers have always been corrupted and greedy
There's few out there you can trust
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Uh, Uh
Yo
I want you right by my side to right when I'm wrong
I want you right here, or write when I am gone
Hard to pick up right now, right now it
Yo
What you know about hustle
What you know about grind
What you know about leaving it all up on the line
What you know about heart
Aha
You feel
on a mask with your lying face
Im better off without your games
I could never cry about having too much on my plate
When my goal was to eat, make the bread
so outrageous
Hey I'm so good I make em bills copy faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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