Lyrics:
You'll probably call me a busta by
The end of this song
But I ain't gon' act like there wasn't
A time when I wasn't that guy
And you treated me like
crazy he got crucified
Swimmin in that water shit you in is barely ankle high
I'm tryna flood the rollie out you stackin for a apple watch
What you
when we ride)
Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)
By any means in gon’ survive
(By any means I’m gon’ survive)
We tore them choppas when we slide
in a world
Just to get by
Then I heard that you was bi
And you wanted to see other girls
No more guys
Tired of em
But what the fuck I do to you?
Improve and progress refresh rewind
cnd sanctify ‘til all I got is gems inside
Then I trade ‘em away in a valuable exchange
Whether one-to-one
to ease my troubles a few moments?
Really that's typical
Force is centripetal, running around in circles 'til my feet swell up and split open
Critics are
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
the Nine-say whaaa?!
In the cut
Throw out my dezzle
Tryin' to get off the hizzle
Til the next nigga rizzle
What the fuck he talkin' bout "pull pistols"?
'96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had
out of control boy
This shit just like Game of Thrones boy
Ain't no new hoes, these hoes been hoeing'
Ain't no new grow that someone been showin'
In
in the past
Try Diss up on the J and now my bros is on your ass
(Bow bow)
.30 clip it hit your brain hoe
We be sliding in them chargers and Durango’s
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
(nah-nah friend)
Bruv, listen to this guy
Listen to this guy, look what he does
Every time someone comes out, with something
This guy jumps on it (truss)
mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
Ya better step correct because I'm gonna put yo ass in check
Comin' stompin' out the third you the "you" is in
student (yep)
Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton
On the streets I'm a nuissance, whippin' in a blue six
Shinin' like a star, but Buddy's in Houston
fold
Understand all my guys got up in
A jam and they never told
They know I'm saucin'
Hop out and torch them
Dip on the Jig, 'til I lost 'em
I be
up that switch fast, bitch get out the left lane
We don't do no shitbags, put em in a neck brace
Know I up that switch and (Shhh) that's a cliffhanger
spin lock listen/
Vision on the plot tension hot in Hell's kitchen/
Out the block shippin' if you out slippin'/
Been my way, caught missin' call you
by myself so I don't think I'mma answer
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
money bags in organized crime fashion
Mafioso's mashin', the homicides is askin':
"Who did thew blastin'? Was is it the Mob Figgas mashin'?"
Ridin'
apparel
Might just move out to LA no hotel
I be in the stu sometimes I don’t sleep well
Any nigga fuck my bitch you can keep her
Ion really like to beef but
myself slippin' from the crowd more than previous
Annual versions or Editions of myself
Reaching out to seek the kingdom rather than my own wealth
Staying
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