Lyrics:
ripens
I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen
If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure
You will leave by sorrow, the flow
gotta get hurt
I ain't gone be the only one cryin'
I'ma slash all her tires
Might just key up yo' car
Catch you slippin' on a date
and start beating
a recliner
I'm in this, representing West Side
Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye
Chain gang over here, no
make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
A fly facer get they thighs scraped
And little PUS that's why raped
kick
I rap raunchy
You can't off me by killing me softly
Shit'll get costly
I'll off these dicks
I cause harm with bars I flip
They strongly pick
callin hits like John Gotti (Mob boss)
He keep talking about what he gone do (What)
If you gone push up go with yo move (On god)
Standing my ten ain't got
Xans
Bars
I be spitting straight white
Gotti
Shorty say "I mean it wouldn't shock me if you bent the block up in a mosseratti"
She know I'm workin when I
a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo’ head game some pressure
I think we look good
no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty (nigga)
But they gon' know when they see us (yo)
Football wives, basketball wives
Mistresses slash
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti
the opposite
Then how am I independent and
The game's still profitin'?
It's not supposed to happen, they cappin'
I'm a goddamn savage when rappin'
Gas mask yo
but he bluffing
Barely holding bitch struggling
Saw him shaken told him tuck it
This his first time and it's showing
Stand yo ground don't run from
third eye in my mind
But do you mind if I spit my rhymes in these times
Because I know it fly's by so fast
It's like a blast like a flash a quick slash
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
they're doing today, nah im not even prepared today
Yo its four score, seven years maybe more and im out here fighting my grandfathers war
Cos they slash
concert and rebellion
The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying
To shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip hop artists
on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget, um, CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin' atcha now you listen at the feet
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
a homebody
Say that she neat but she suck me it's so sloppy
Women lie, men lie I heard that from yo Gotti
I'm a visionary
See my potential I'm legendary
Chosen
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
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