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Stop by the store cause my ice needs some new proof
I get my lean on, when ridin' thru the hood
Ridin' thru the hood grippin' Cadillac wood
I
numbers I been providing
I need to take a break but
Who's been tracking all the mileage
Three years up in the game
My cerebral flowing with knowledge
boys back in the game
Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame
Ain't gone be lame, a partna named Shane
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
my might
Hold a pistol in my left hand, a spear in my right
(verse 2)
It go, who, where, nigga, what, how, why
Nigga, jump when a brotha tell 'em
We could meet at the hotel
I got told on by my closest dawg that I know well
Rap game turned to bunch of coke heads, bunch of old heads, couple new
Smoking on weed till I’m clocked out
Floating on lean and I might rock
Shawty gone squeeze on my cock
Now I’m in Cali
Ball like a alley
And I’m doing
Uh
And man I’m dying for these diamonds
Should I wait for the pressure
And I’m a student to the game but should I thank my professor
Great when I’m
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change
Chorus 4x
If I could change,
stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated
I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated
Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL
G-land, Boyz II
family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up
off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
sister
All this ice around my neck, got me shivering
Talking shit
I'm at your door just like delivery
(Just like ding dong)
Lean, lean, wok, lean, lean
me
I'm in sync with all of my dawgs I got the recipe
God be blessing me cause I got brothas standing next to me
My texts are green turn on DND I'm
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
Make the city go rowdy, im tryna gettin rich
Nose gettin snotty, got slimes in this bitch
My brotha like hardy, we tied in this bitch
Can't get em
what's your game plan man?
Now my plan is to start making underground ties
But before I do that a brotha gotta downsize
So my bul Jae told me he would rent
gotta lift em up
I been in da trenches flippin packs
Im not a pop star
If im sippin lean
This that ac
This aint no wockhardt
Coach gave you time up in da
rappers finna' get sold (Yeah)
Won't stop till' I reach my goal (Yeah, yeah, its lit)
What are you doing' layin' in your bed (Yah)
Get off of the couch,
chains
Young brotha
I was born in Weslaco
Knapp Medical Hospital
Doc, Delivered me to my biologicals
You know what means
Without getting philosophical
bitch
I'll have her huffing and puffin
Up on the ganja and my collar
Bitch get low like impalas
You know the dollar dollas help a brotha through these
back, side to side
Lean with it, rock with it
Burn the mic, pop with it
I'm the queen of the game
You already know my name
Haters gotta love it 'cause my
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