Lyrics:
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
rights not at all
My hands on the wheel I’ll leave it up to god
10 more minutes 2 more involved
They jumped out the whip with all their guns drawn
Hold
(It's only one way out)
Nine years old, feds lookin' for my moms
10 or 11, held my first gun
First time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until
my bitcoin'd become point one
By the new year, I'd nearly doubled that
Then the Asian FUD came, and it set me back
Did I get all depressed? Moan
I'ma catch him, I don't care if it's in ten years (21)
Lost my bruddas to the street, we gon' slide
Kill some, go home and shed tears (true story)
the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
[Jada]
Let's get it on
[DMX]
I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fucking head
Why y'all niggas fucking dead, you heard what
time, yo
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
The year's 1990, everybody grimey
Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's
Young shorties be gettin' their bread,
the radio stars climbed up out of the floors to murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before they said...(kill the television x3)
And when the cutters
bring it I'm callin y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
I can tell it by the stare
Thought it was him that's a different version
Ain't rushing shit out it ain't urgent
Smelling of haze let me spray that
off his face
Had to pull the ap out it got stuck in my waist
Ima hop out the car shoot him right in his face
Been spent through the 8 man them niggas
(By us some snacks)
Shawty hold my number before she sent me her nudes (Sent me her nudes)
She told me, "Rylo, it's a honor, you know I dropped out
and Lokust Luciano
Welcome
I think it would be best if we get the introductions out of the way
So NineFingers why don't you go first and tell us a little bit
cycle
I go shoppin' out in London
We can shoot a story or punch it
On this Jupiter Jack, it got me hungry
Damn, I got the munchies
No matter what,
gone last (Who gone last)
If it's bout my brothers then I'm rolling fast (I'm rolling fast)
Catch a body or we scheming for that cash
Push em out them
head yeah that I take
To my face
Amen god send
Motherfucker on ten
Opposite of balding
Hair growing
No Air Jordan's
It's the opposite of balling
again
Tell you what, we make it happen
Occupied by vibes and not gun clapping
Through rapping, we build foundations
With this brings levels of realization
Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend
show you Bout my life yeah
Think you know
Bitch better think twice
I been on the road,
Might pull up tonight
Might shoot out the lights
Might Do you just
different person
Started smokin', started drinkin', started cursin'
Went from pg to the x rated version
She used to be a mormon
Now she on the pole
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