Lyrics:
(Yeah)
You want that, here's a contract
Lemme see where ya arms at
Don't make a movement, you wanna name make this move man (Huh)
This def' won't jam,
the solution
To fix this nightmarish institution
Capitalism is instability
At the core
More bothered by whoring
Then gore
We’re taking back whore
I’m not
business, drop that bag
Unless you finna kill for this
Windows tinted, lowkey ridin'
The gun in this bitch got bodies on me
I'm in this bitch here by
I'm stayin' in the hood? I got that
Motivation so you cannot stop by shine
'Cause homie I've been crossed too many railing to go and stop my grind
I do
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Big body whips, extended clip
Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip
My jeans are 2K, I shop at Phipps
You niggas delayed, I
over, we done caught him fumblin' with his kids
I forgave you, but I ain't forget
9/11, this Rolex watch is plain jane
In the hood, it ain't nothin'
it time to meet the ladies got the chance to roll some weed.ah
Here goes by your own boy Dickson mesuilt
Just sing this tragedy song
Rip to the lost
came here to kill each step
This my flo’
(Watch me move)
Like 23, can do this with my eyes closed
(Watch me move)
In a trance I cannot pick up my phone
Assuming this is yo first time here
I am proud to welcome you to Last Chance Studio
And if it ain't, I appreciate you for coming back
Much love
You
drivin' this rig
You know I drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds
Here you are worried about this one little trip
Why I drove a million miles and then
act a clown on a nigga for acting hard when he
Not, I'm too hot when it come to this, nigga throw your hood up
Throw your sets off in his face and put
disrespect me
Dit is de gangway
We be grindin' over here we do this all day
With my niggas all my nifos what they gon' say
Bad energy stay far away yeah stay
started
Who the fuck can they get to stop me
This here's a warning shot
Niggas better be on they A-game
I'm the leader of the gang
And I'm running with Lil'
Ace Julz AJ How you doing my guy?
Actually i don't give a fuck if you doing alright
I see you have a hard time figuring out your life
For this one
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
so close i can almost taste it
Playing my cards look at all these aces
Get on my level ya'll niggas ain't really competitors here
Running these laps
to disband
If y'all not apart of this band
Fell in love with my accent
But it wasn't by accident
Marble these flows is immaculate
I know what my passion is
My
breathing my last breath
Can you save me here, just save me from death above
Blood pumping to nothing, my bleeding heart
And now I descend on this final ride
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
of the competition by light years, still right here
Gimmie the light gimmie the light
Fina spark dis L and get my mind right
Its your worst day
I always been in
na na na na na na
[Chorus]
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have
Hey hey hey yeah
So tired of the bullshit
Came along way from having nothing in the hood shit
True shit
Momma bought me things when she ain't could
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