Lyrics:
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
they neighborhood
How the fuck you good nigga
I'm all in Jamaica wit all my shit on by myself throwin' dat shit up
My passport tatted up just like me
I'm
Aye say K.T.
I remember bra'
Standing out ten of us
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the red dog
came up in hotboxes so this shit don’t even fuck with my vision
20/20 I see it
2020 Still mine, believe it
Lost some niggas and that really made me get
dropped out of Cooley High gassed up by a cutie pie oh
Damn I wish I could tell you all of it the real nigga in me can't do it
I had pain on top of pain
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
and watch it all explode
Round 'em up, round 'em up
Shoot the messenger
Still tellin' tales till the nail's
In the coffin wood truth tellin' lies
So you aim
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
And I dealt with all your games.... even put my pride asiiide just to keep up with someone who left me far behind
{BEAT DROPS}
(K-Jac)""I was
the songs
I no longer love them
And by the time I love her
I find reasons not to trust her
But here I go still working
When in the back of my mind I'm still
like K two
I ain’t cry over da spilled milk
Take da lil bit I got, and I made due
Came up, cause I stayed down
When it’s was game on
I ain’t play around
I got found in the mud
Now redeemed by blood
Guess that make me clean clean
Like I'm in the suds
God still drawing men in like a strip club
All
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
and lets go (what)
What y'all niggas thank Wayne ain't bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside
the Rest
Can’t get rid of these niggas I’m being Stalked by my ex
I’ll never take him back
These niggas never change
Stay bossin up
Ain’t got no time for no
the 'caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane
My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game
beef
Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!)
No, funds comin over tonight
She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes
Cause Joe, get up in
I think I'm in love not playing no games
And I start to blush when she saying my name
And just with her touch took me outta the game
I'm falling so
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
on
Any nigga in the way we'll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell
Him get his J on, yeezus
I'm too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks
of these niggas
Thirty-three shots in the game, I'm Scottie Pippen (shit, nigga)
I'm Drakeo, I'll K one of these niggas (yeah, you know what's goin' on)
just be fuckin bitches you in love with a thot
She let me fuck her and i wore a rubber
Told her lemme buss on her face or imma dubb her
And she cannot
got them pounds whole lot of weed Money
Swerving serving
We got them pounds whole lot of weed
Its all there been made it up nigga
Use cups to weigh it
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