Lyrics:
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 3
Live from the Nawfside
Upper Echelon talent takeover vibe
I’m Not a Rapper I’m a mutated Demi God
Be like 1 2 3 go
Who knocking at the door
Well I don't know
Better find out
Cause I'll put em on the floor
Tired of games
Just trynna live my life
South, Paw, Sarah
Hitt'em in the mouth, mascara
Then he look around, never gonna back down
I am legend and I scare with terror
Do it super quiet
of Laid Lonnie.
I live by the game, that's what I'm all about.
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out.
Think I'm supposed to pay, 'cause
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
a getaway
Mama steady yellin "SHAPE UP" while shes alive
But babygirl got her eyes stuck- she's seein crosseyed
Living two lives -bring a sense of freedom tho
mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I
on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm
against your own
You hear me, so let's pay attention
Straight up and down, cause this is only a story
From the real
the foolishness!
The love movement, we explored
And brought to you, Spooks sittin' by the door
[Chorus]
[Vers 3 - Chali 2na]
Yo, these self-proclaimed kings
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
[Hook 2X]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
The Greatest show on Earth is the great show on Earth
One hundred year rehearsals staged terminals dry mouth from the first
Unobtainable quench
a bottle of water
Into a major American city in less than three days are trying to win a war
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down
was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
I wake up from my bed
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
the underwear
What it ain't fair took three pills on a dare
Left you one then we fuck steal fare I'll catch a bus
Make a fuss to the door peacocks defending their
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
that's who I live for
Sell a hundred every day, I'm on a pill roll
In the country havin' chicken, now that's a real roll
Play was good, I made me three
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