Lyrics:
And she got a hot thirty
Seconds worth of fame in the end
She still tried to fuck up his name
If he got locked
I woulda tried to bond Tory Lanez
I know damn
Slaughter gang teasing
Bodies in 4k betta up that strap and release them demons
Niggahs getting slept on like kids melatolin
Yea ima local but im still ya
said that I should open up for Omen on my own shit, if I wanted
Only four cities, maybe we get Rob Gibbs on the phone and I got to hone in
In the game
drake had to get it geeked
I just need designer on me
Hanging in a room full of niggas
But I’m still in my VLone Tee
Still feeling VLonely
Still a nigga
go 'head
Look pot of gold my clique name
Niggas tradin' souls for a bit of fame
Look, word to my pablo G gave me the game
I be up all night for this
was found here, your death is now near
I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts
Now let's play a game
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
an lint in my dried up ass curl,
Hit the dice game,
Hurled off the night train,
So hang that four-fifth at my brain,
If you want me to do the right
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
mad I been piping day H**
Ya girl is Thot and she on go
I got beams in my system I got B*****'s Tryna F**k (Turn up)
She dropped her panties Soon as I
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
caught up in this ghetto game
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
I hit the play twice,
on the NorthSide
Tryna Dodge the chain game but it's still It's still mob ties
No they don't feel my pain I grow up on the NorthSide
No they don't feel my pain they
I’m putting in GTA FIVE
People coming into my world
I kick’em out before they enter
Got me up all night playing Transformers
I Got beaten by 11
you play 2k so much cause that's the best game
Plus my name in it in red and I think that's the best thang
Bitch I'm K'd up
Getting to the money can't
you in my lane
Starts with a K and ends with a A
You should know who you are
Cause I was to blame
Stay outta my game cause I don't need you in my lane
(CMG)
Them three letters
Kayla worth like 20 mil'
Maria worth a dubb
So you don't need no OnlyFans, and you don't have to work in clubs (ever)
Your
real hot
But we still arctic stars though (hot) (hot)
Glacier the gang we took off
Stars, ice on the rocks (hot)
8k we bout to pop off
Step in the room
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
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