Lyrics:
, homicides, switching sides, you were done
How we in the shootout four deep and I'm the only one
With an empty drum, where I'm from that'll get you hung
Strokes"
I'm a 50 of haze, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the
Mirror that practice stunts, what!
by street but not the freeway
Turn that trick to make a little leeway
Beat that nic, but not the way that we play
Dogtown, blood bath
Rib cage,
the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in
this ain't no Bumblebee
Stand up in the gas and spin that
Bitch in circles on your street
She gon' find a babysitter and miss
Work to come with me
Gotta
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
ever went corporate
The first day that my first single dropped
With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins
It's awkward how I phonetically
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
killed, is that your team
Celebrate diversity and welcome legal refugees
But safety is essential in the values they keep
Sayin Trump is Hitler shows how
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
Ayye, aye
You wasn't down to ride
Can tell by yours eyes
I know that you was in the city tellin lies
Based off assumptions
It's nothin
Feel like the world
streets where it's treacherous
My father, he gave me a name that was heavenly
I wake up, i put on the gold
Wahallahi, I tell I feel like a medalist
Hard do
Turn my dream into a vision
Time to come up out these streets
Kept my plans low key
Only few knew that's close to me
When they jealous what you have
slabs by the halfs
[Chorus x 2]
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck
time
(Surrender to the brave inside a lover that another tried)
Complete repeat
Sitting in your car and on your street
Lost in California
Let's
it over here that's the advantage bruh
My raps are pictures described in a song
While you worry bout riches bitches and riding along
I'm supplying
wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
gangsta until they go and meet the meet the one
Play with the wrong one in this life then you done
Wanna live by that shit then you gonna die by the gun
too freaky? Well bitch leave!
I'm a cheap nigga
Keep my money discreet nigga
Cause chickens keep talkin' in
The streets nigga so I keep itchy
With
impossible
I am confident one day I can say that I'm the shit or I'm omniscient
Bitter sweet mystery in the street indiscreet
Lurking into the scene comes
pass by
Waiting for the right time, like there's a trick to the moon in the sky
As if it doesn't merely exist
I'm not pointing at what is
I'm screaming
5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin' with
I break this ten and a half so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like
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