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La Familia's Own, I'm the Underdawg of the Merk-City
Leonard Bailey reincarnated, McCall Creek Mississippi!
VERSE:
Houston Music, Syrup Screwin,
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
particular
point in time to sell out four nights in a row at the Long Beach arena in Los f'king Angeles. Somewhere
close anyway, a stone's throw down the road
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
I'm bout to make a name for us
Down down that long road we go
so much time gone by been on my own
3 shots from the chrome leave ' em on the floor
Bouta
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back
I'm from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back
I'm
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
hit a drought, called the
Plug, said I'm pulling up
Road trip, the car
Smelling like I hit a skunk
I asked God for
Forgiveness as I live it up
I heard
a baby by you
Big Cap, if it go down now and
I done hit this switch, they wont stand by you
Im from Atlanta, but i be everywhere nigga
Even by you, Big
the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I
Waits For No One
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
I want to capture the moment
I‘m going to live for today
tomorrow’s never what we
thought
I'm always down to meet
Make sure ya Pull up on runnels street
I'll give you something that ya ex nigga can't compete
Ya I'm that nigga
4am in Houston
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm
mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
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