Lyrics:
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
Tommy like Shelby not Eagan
If my boys turn on me that's treason
Hope they don't give me a reason
Or it Dr8ko cease em'
Whack em'
Deck em'
Bend em like
Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal
(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…
a problem
But they scared to let it surface, uh
Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em
See me out and they never utter a word to 'em
Expect me not
a problem
But they scared to let it surface, uh
Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em
See me out and they never utter a word to 'em
Expect me not
Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble
They call me Flintstone and my homie's born Rubble
Rebel, Devil, chase em' through the ghetto
Break
Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble
They call me Flintstone and my homie's born Rubble
Rebel, Devil, chase em' through the ghetto
Break
Stacking gold, sip patron
Stack the deck and then you fall
Stacking gold, sip patron
Stack the deck and then you fall
Bitches back off, bitches
so, let the boy be
He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin' him thinkin', "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
don't make these on the drop
If they wanna jack I ain't
Finna tell a nigga stop
I bet a hundred stacks he can't
Take this out the Glock
I'm a damn fool
jaw
Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call
Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
When the heat shot, now your crew's
Fly to Singapore, one way that
Tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
Swear to God, it's hard out here for a
Young black man to live
If you don't do it
before
I can't feel em anymore
Na deja vu
Hallucination o
This kind oo
Colour combination oo
I really dont send dem
Tryna make a million stack
They tryna
nigga, we straight gangsta pimps
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
If beef come around, can't let it go
When my funds turn legit, I'ma let
but I need another play just like it
Blowin fire dank by the zone I need another one just like it
Triple stack got me powered up so I need another one
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
niqqa
Hustler never tell a lie customer
Am selling to your friends louis villle
Confident to kill a niqqa by the beam
No stress Zero press
And The way i
the dirt
Heard them maggots had ate em
Now that boy in the earth
Wit them worms
Body vacant
Now that boy momma crying
And curlin up shakin
Nowadays
Not
but you looking nice
You wanna ride with the G now
Making that money from a freestyle
Phana C play boy's on the track
With a stack on my lap I don't
around
Been spending all my time rhyming different noun
All I hear is word choice recycled like a litter mound
Not worried as I pass em by, they got things
cinnamon
Change up your prices on me and I'm switchin' em
.40 on deck I'm piped up like a fisherman
BITCH!
Lazy Boy chair, I sit back reclining
Big Dick Club
Jeezy?
What up
Where you at?
Shit I'm in tha hood where you think I'm at man ya kno, shit
Still comin' ova?
Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I'll be
stats
Now we chasin' 'em 'till they got spasms
Step by step we growin' so fast
Stacks on deck I got thousands so far
War is not finished yet your sounds
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