Lyrics:
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip
we've looked for infinite, affirming love
Through lesser, physical, fleshly versions
When we gave it away or when it was stolen
And we heard, Impure, we
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the
Womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some
that it's still
1033 That's where all of this came from
I been trynna grow with the skill
Ten years later ain't too many things I ain't done
But now I'm
pull a strap, 'cause fuck that
I'm very precise when I shoot
Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya want to blame Tha Alkaholik group
But, naw,
nigga I got a dick and a half
Ima beast
Chorus~
2x
Outro~
Ha ha niggas got you're ass
I would call out some mouthfuckin names but its so many of you
The ghetto
The ghetto
Lamb shoot by (shoot)
Everybody lookin' (lookin')
Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (pussy)
I'm a young boss
it out
Fren it out
Gyal it out
Man it out
When dem Deh a top and a say dem a Rammy goat
Seet Deh dem fall off, mi have dem gyal a Ram it out
Nuh come
beyond my years
No time for frontin', no time for fears
You gots to get yours, I gots to get mine
Nine times out of ten gotta fend for self sometimes
Brought to you by your own manic depression
This is my own version of intervention
May I please have your attention
I got a question
When's the last time
in the kitchen
Puttin' pots on the stove
The right pimps get drugs in lil rows
I was only 'bout 10 or 11 years old
I had to get in it fast
It was money
to re perfect it
Every second a second passes by I hit another level
I’ll be the first person to tell you I gotta difference perspective
Maybe I’m over
and EHardy go up like balloons (Go up)
We could shoot out like saloon
But promise you, it's gonna end in your doom (Okay)
I put that smoke in the room
Puffin
a nigga stuck shoot this bitch up to make it clear
She only shake it in the drug dealer section
Cause the way that shawty look you wanna fuck with out
as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
Put
i'm rolling blowing out steam living the dream envisioned The League in one year with ten mill together that mean we got two a piece from fluid sheets
back homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit here
call police on me
Say my shit the hardest 'cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we'll check back 'bout who's the bigger artist
Whole clique
got the 4’s in the back
You know they ready to smash
Do anything for the bag
Do anything for the cash
Ready to shoot at yo dad
Niggas aint bout it for
you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, rock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it
our year, ho, watch what we do with it
Ten plus in and I can't let go
Just like my girl doin' stupid shit
This a lot of y'all that owe me a check,
it's weird as I'm bringing these up to play
Not to mention that I just got out of the service today
I'm so relieved that I'm not worried about the crmed
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