Lyrics:
I just landed up on cloud nine
Took a lot to get here know it's been a wild ride
I'm gonna float I'm taking over swear it's 'bout time, yeah
You
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
wrote that sweet song about me
I found myself over the moon
But then I realized
Friends don't feel this typa way
Like what they say
Only u could give me
the maker
All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
When they gun's
on a bottle in they hand and a blunt to they lip
Gangsta Walkin in da club err'body gon piss
And hoes on the corner
Workin graveyard shift
Yeah they call me
(-thentic)
Co'ds turn into cobras, but I got a scorpion in case, we're protected
Mum told me to pack all my clothes and leave home
I was too wild
company coming so nigga stand by
Ain't gotta ask what the shooters do
Over here ain't gotta know fab to give a funeral
4 5 lick 6 shots right at ya crew
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
it, I stacked it, then I turned it around
Haters not stoppin', stalkin', they still give me clout
I see now why all of them frown, Them tables gon' turn
prefer children born by a chaste, modest virgin
That they're products of lust, you stubbornly deny
But still you are haunted by natureborn cravings
Yeah
Need something in my cup boy
Big chat
But big facts
Let's go
Spit facts
None of that lame ass chit chat
Roll me a spliff and kick back
But I
84 drop top riding around with no ceilings
She 34
Giving me top
No feelings
I have a weakness for Cuban women who don't speak English
My word play so
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
(zone)
Four bars then I'm done psych
Pass me the mic
Pass him the light
Stand for the fight
Fight never stand still
Outside is wild and
Shit is getting
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
Running up this bag til it's off white
Ye my girl bad she a top style
Yeah I go mad cause it gets wild,
But that's just how we living in these tough
just gotta go with it
So over this
I fall off
Always feel some advantage taken of the kid
I say what's the deal I blow stuff
I want more
Push
type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember where you know my name from
Grocery list, come on over
Gross accessory to murder
You can be, fearless explorer
Se la vie, Casanova
Cruise the aisles, and body piles
But don't blame me
sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Karl Kani's, on my behind
So when you see me comin
Nigga gots to break wild
Ed Lover, Ed got love - for the other side
Hah yeah (it go like this, like
Fucking that bitch then I pull out (Pull out)
They know it’s me when I pull up (Pull up)
And I’m cooling in a California king bitch you sleeping on a pull
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