Lyrics:
Beanie Sigel
I'll sit insidе your state and
Sell thesе beans single
I was textin' her, then I fucked
I don't even mingle
Them bales we put inside the air
to say, uh
(Uh, huh)
I really been going the distance from
One to a hundred K, now what can I say?
(O oh) i multiplied it by twenty or
Whatever number you
damn state
And them bullets gon' eat you
Like you a buffet
And the coupe going one-twenty on interstates
He's tryna debacle, he wanna debate
My gang roll
I don't do this shit for you
Do this shit for me
And I'm sick of being used
No more shit for free
Man I live inside a booth 20 years a week
That's
6-15-20 that's right back where it started
Really wouldn't change nothing wish I had more time
Really couldn't say nothing everyday was vibes
Guess it
down
Junkie for the pain, how you gonna sing, you get nervous in crowds
20 something years old, chasing rap, nah you really a child
We made all the music
shop at Cumberland
I'm a grown-up, still ridin' with the punishment
Ridin' with a switch, slid it by the belt
Sosa got the bags, got rich off of deps
to listen to greats
From the bassment gates
Making the dubplates that cause
Quakes in other states
My soldiers guzzle 40's with the
Shorties working
peace
But at least shit by twenty-one had two 23's
Ain't no lease, I'm the owner of this movement, show reciepts
Hard to reach, if I ain't made no
instead
I should probably pay a Nickel son
Have them done with the shining
Talk about shining I'm irreplaceable
I feel like gold
And no matter which state
the finish line,
On the bright side with the light side,
By the fire site,
Through the dark night,
Take flight on my bike,
It's an R6,
We are well equipped,
Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke
nothing
Bitch I see you on the gram
Like your shit all great around the world
But you get no love in your own state
100 grand for couple vids
But you can't
around like a madman
By myself.
Wasting a low wage wealth
And my health.
Red eyes
And red credit.
Searching for ways to get out of this state on Reddit.
I
license or your twenty naira roja
I no send you if your papa na ex soja
Na my salary government dey use dey grease dem shoulder
Na so i drop money for ten
I start
A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art
Crowned king be-boy, the elite rap reverand
Master of the ceremony twenty
and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get
split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a little push
Schemers plot, never seem
White lines come undone
Like a calm summer sea
But all these creatures
They've been watching me
Midnight by candlelight
Just my heart in a spoon
All
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
[Operator]
This is the MCI operator
I have a collect call from..DREAMER
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To accept charges press 5 now
gangster talk
Twenty-four bases, queue to the oasis
Suspicious see eyes and no faces
Been there, years just put in to work
For the dough, so you know that I
range, twenty four feet
Leave you off the earth with this heat
Leave you in the street, human meat
Believe me, I still be workin this like
this script, turn the next page
Twitch got boxed by you know who
Shh got splashed in the B side too
Beef for gyal, neeky crew
Should've beef when I took
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