Lyrics:
told you what we had never would end
How many times did we hide from the feds
How many times did we fuck in the car
How many times did we look
these drinks up
Ya heard? - let's do this right, what yo
[X-1]
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin
See by now I know your girl dun' told you she lovee the sound of my voice
They say, "Drama, we like when you talk that shit"
So I guess your chick
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
the creak
We gon reach a peak
Without a cheat sheet
Well defeat any enemy
Fuck what he said of me
Man you are dead to me
Prolly fed up with me
Sorry if I
She a demon, she don't care bout nobody but herself
I see the bigger picture, I was able to do that by myself
Nigga said that he want smoke, woah, we
yo mouth while I'm pulling yo hair
Pull out the cameras we about to go fed
Got her nails in my stomach orgasms on ten
Squirting fucking up the sheets
almost felt like was quitting
Thank God that I didn’t run away from the tribulations
Cause of that now we can start living
Hard to fathom
We winning
Digits
the age of 9, Divorced at the of 10
By that time, I was mainly on my momma side
I know we moved a couple times before we settled on the Westside
5th Grade,
paid
Yeah
Minimum wage
Aye
We getting paid
Yeah, but not today
And prolly less, than somebody else
Born somewhere prettier
Fed by a silver spoon
I came
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
was made up
But I was told that Christian said he'll
Make me do what he wants
From that moment he was a dub
I got no time if you ain't acting right
and got hit in his head
Doing em foul that's just what I meant
Cuz his soul in the sky blood on the cement
We crossing em out he got lined by his ex
And I'm
in Queens
And like T'Challa, I am a king
What have we got, Viktor?
That's a, that's a, that's a pretty good question
He has the mask
He has got
niggaz if all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player
So tell
supposed to focus?
Can't enjoy anything I mean it we're not hopeless
But we fed up been so long the world doesn't notice
And if they do it's for a second
the crown staring everybody down what you wanna do they don’t know what they looking at I’m the MONSTA always ready to attack I don’t wear colors in the club
a fight and what that grey goose and dro'll do
Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's gunit!
septum
Please don't run away I'm just capping
That's what we all do when we are rapping
Ain't no need for that ratting
I'm sick and tired of the people
where I'll be in ten years
Huh, rich as fuck, hanging out with ten broads
Me and my cousins came up living we was real scarred
Was out there hustling had
yep, we working
Tell me what's yo' motivation (What's yo' motivation?)
I do it for my son's elevation, yea-yeahhh
(Hey young world, young world, young
started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?'
Fifteen, bag of weed, bag of beers in the park
Duckin' out from Feds in the dark.
Then we
stIll hustlIng, meet that shot at the bus lane (Let me hear that back)
Do what I want could me sovereIgn
ThInks he's tapped man I mIght just bottle hIm
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
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