Lyrics:
trap game so serious (trap, trap)
Countin' all the money
Lookin' down at me, nigga ridin' in a 'Mera
My trap game so serious
My trap game so
live to see the day
Rest in peace to my homie
He got hit up with that ('K'k'k)
Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm
I'm screaming out peace
But his chopper
up n its stuck, n i meet u right there wit it
I aint Never been no slouch, n im still outside, niggas hide in they parents crib
My Bitch is a baddie,
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
F**k up
Got this grey goose in my cup
When I remember I just pow up (yeah)
I've been f****d up
Yeah F**k up
Got this grey goose in
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
no ne'er brought up in rap
And I don't usually trip or dare get caught up in that
But when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought of as that
Up outta there
(Ain't nothing but a Highlands party)
Yeah
You done fucked up now
You done let two of Highlands most wanted in the same place
what the time is,
Dependent on nothing but lucid engagement,
Our head in the clouds but we still on the pavement,
Yeah f**k what you think, don’t need
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how
home with me
Trees By Game they getting blown with me
FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me
Tell K good night, I'm hype, I might ignite
crown on straight now
This shit 24k now
Yeah
Uh I'm still at the top of the building
But I see you niggas is still at the bottom acting like you not in
Kappernick
I hit her up, blocka blocka, clap ya bish
Done she a dubb, she ain't even mad at it
Knows I prefer, increase in salary
I gotta go, look, zoom
Bish
pull up with three K's, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set,
Don't know the day and hour
Or how it's gonna be
But I'm thankful for the times that we had up in the streets
You was more than just a friend
I
these bitches is dubbs
And I love her way too much to give up
But I can tell by her actions that she don't give a fuck
No, she don't give a fuck
And I
tearing strongholds till that hour 11
When the Lord come and he crack the sky man I'll be alive chilling up in heaven (Going)
I be on my shoe game, pick me
At this bih
2 guns Bruce Wayne k dubb sellin
Big bank blowin credit all my life been
Member I had smoke
But ain’t gon say stayed right up tha street
Still
a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em
Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
Mo' money in my piggy bank then you got in yo real bank
I hustle, yeah I hustle
Man I hustle, gotta hustle
You can't take me out the game cause I
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