Lyrics:
talk that talk, that nigga lame, that nigga fall in love
Not me, though, bitch you can keep those
Boy I'm at your head like Craig did Deebo
Don't
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
the muhfucka scene up shawty and its cool
Can you meet me halfway
Down this one sided pathway
Yea I
Know I come wit a lot of bad days
But you do too
And I
Know
send you that ride along, ay (is you ready for this?)
Lil' Tez in a wheelchair, but he gon' live (but he gon' make it)
Right side of his body ain't
thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy
get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
to repeat
Ain’t movin out sloppy that bitch on the beam
That bitch gone top me till I fall asleep
Oh shit fuck the beat go
Oh oh there it go
Quit asking me
a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn
Talking about "it's been a min , I miss you can I see you Bae". (Boy bye)
I told em "boy you ain't no Lil Baby now please get out my face"
Had to cut him
his hand
But the shot he aint take it
Back of his mind
Guess he rather be a sayin
Boy you better shoot first
For yo ass be decaying
Put a nigga inn
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
I'm out here maturing (Listen to your heart)
Fuck it, let another year go by
cnd by this time my songs are blowing up, I'm out all the time
Then one
Life ain't fair, it ain't right
We gon' fall, we gon' fight until we die
Overtime
Let's have a toast to the good life
I'd say I made it, I ain't
What it do,
Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker
We need you to move like pronto,
Like
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
gotta pay a fee
We can fly out to the tropics oh you wanna see a scene?
Wanna be all in my crew and yeah she wanna live her dreams
Wanna be right
This music game is a race, it's a horrible game if you don't have a plan
I do this differently and by that I mean I ain't a stepper
Elgeeuu
I don't
do I go to fall in love to know that it's fake (How many times)
Minding my business hop in my lane but no I'm not known to race (Hey)
How many times
how the game came to me, boy
I see the shit for what it is, I see the snakes and the ploys
Never slipping, I'm heavy gripping a packet of this
They want
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin
The strange fruit hangs by the treasonous
The U.S. never meant it's for us
So I take a knee & pledge to my people
My pedigree pure, ain't no room for evil
You
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
that clown shit Unless you want an ass whoopin from IT
Ay you talk like we the same
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
Ohh no no, oh no I’m not
So don’t
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