Lyrics:
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
throw up that finger
Hey yo, yo, yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?
Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
Still the only place for me is by your side
Another burnt out lamp in lonely town
Another one-arm-bandit gone and let me down
My whole life inhaled
Dick in her mouth, she chew that
Birkin bag fit the trey deuce
In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
throw up that finger
Hey yo, yo, yo throw y'all fingers up
Thug style, baby, thug style, y'know?
Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
'cause that's who by me (we talkin')
I lay shit out, no deathbeds, plug shit up, no IV (woo)
Walk shit down like Michael Meyers, who the fuck gon' try
Draco
The witness is still in shock (Brrr)
Fluffin' a brick of this yayo
I tilt the pot (Whip)
Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me
You getting shot
tryna give you everything you deserve
You fucking with that nigga know he's a nerd
Already booked the table for two yeah it's reserved
Trey hit me up like
break at sea
I'll be there waitin, I'm that sandy beach
I'm that same old dog, scratchin' those same fleas
I'll be by your side, you can count on me
It's
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
Do this video, Wu-Tang
standin still with their mouths hangin' open
Walk offstage and leave the next act scratchin' his head like a monkey
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this
turnt up, I'm right here
You do me wrong I might turn to a nightmare
Limitless visionary on the rise fear no one but God in my mind when I'm pissed off,
dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "Damn; I'ma be
pills
Perkys eat his system up We been chillin' for a minute
Plus, Lub bru still turnin' up I don't advise you sendin' diss
Watch Lul bru dump out
tryna progress the team
Eventually
Level up its destiny
Why you still question me?
Feel like police right next to me
Losing my sleep but I'm focused
to
Verse 6 (King Tee)
Its King Tee let's see if I still got it
Trifling all up in your shit out of pocket
Stop it
Crossing out your reasons and your logic
at the mall spendin' up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin' from cheek to cheek
And he was tellin' me some bullshit about gettin' married in
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
(Gorilla on the track)
(G&B)
Yeah, uh-huh, boom
Where the fuck my cup at?
(Uh) uh, B Don, pass me that right there, yeah
Ayy, yeah, look
temptation of booze had me soaring, abnormal
Ever since Trey's, I was sober
Remember them winters got colder
I loved the snow up in Denver and Boulder
Now I'm
no tellin' where they'll take me to
They're still not done scratchin' gravel
They still gotta show me a thing or two
[Chorus]
how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?
Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
Plus, the potty
And as the smoke clears up,
They did it to colonise,
It's genocide
Ceasefire
POST CHORUS (DOBBY, MC TREY)
Peace
Ceasefire
Mama, I need you now
Taken from me
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