Lyrics:
they spreading magazines 'fore they can read one
My glass jar's had a hell of a re-run (la-da-da-da-da-da)
As we proceed son, and I know
Every hood
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
56 years ago
With a wife and a son and a life of fun
Didn't lie didn't run
Bob Smith had it made
Bob died with a peaceful smile
Friends and family by
Smith, come get some!
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
fear
And n***** will take it and run
Gotta be a demon to make it where I’m from
I’m from where babies crying
Mamas screaming
Keep that five by side
Ayo I paid my dues for the local scene to accept me
By showing these types of skills that no ones seen til they met me
Picking up chicks in twos I'm
In the scriptures I read we are mix with something different
Don't be belittled by niggas who couldn't tell you the difference
My essence I learned
disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah)
A .40 Cal., rubberbands, and a shoebox (yeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ayy)
Got it by
get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, fuck
Uh
Ooo
You niggas and bitches ain't nearing me
Can't even come close
Ha Ha Ha
He do what I want
By the snap of my finger
I'm Thanos
Ta Da Da
A gang
gimmick, give it back,
That's my culture you said was wack,
Now Will Smith's kid has a Goku rap?
And you use it in trap, why am i so mad?
But what I'm
Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44
The store man said, "Son, are you
is you slick?
(Bitch is you slick?)
She stealin', I give her a lip
My 40 it shoot like Smith
(40 it shoot like Smith)
Wait, gotta turn it up (what?)
Johnny got up one mornin' he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his 44
The storeman said son are you gonna
a broke nigga
So, you better be a go-getter
Told to a nigga, by a gold digger
That meant for me to chase stacks
Glock 40 cal, I jammed for my pack
Homegirl
The judge givin' out ten, I ain't scared I do it
So if a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
If a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
Son needed
sympathise with no pussy if any man want test me i'll send him to da gulag
This long one Ain't got no silencer
Aim it from afar
My Smith and wesson line em up
Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people
I'm trying to make it for my kid
I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends
big brother got Shiro's mum
He ain't lettin' her go free until she brings her son
Shiro's got the words, now Shiro's coming back
He's rushing
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
a life out of myself
So i dipped from my house and i went on the run
Play by the rules and i die by the gun
Threw lots of parties and i had lots of fun
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
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