Lyrics:
in this bitch
Yeah they caught me lackin’ out there took a couple hot shells
Hard to kill like Gucci I'm a drop em I don’t care
Mind built for action
has come and gone.
cll thats left are memories to put into this song,
I can't forget the way it was, this place that I call home,
By Campbells track in
likewise
We react to pussy niggas by killin em 9 times
I whodini, but the freaks dont leave me at night time
Ima genie with this plastic, aladdin how i slide
got a little scratchy
Q is that music show that everyone shits on
R is Randy Bachman, he once had that hit song
S is for Socalled, slept on by Factor
Even though I walk through the darkest valley
I will fear no evil for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prepare a table
millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have thee whole Highbridge coming for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound
God writes the story of our lives
I'm frozen, in time I've spoken, awoken
I'm toking this game like a big fat joint
My point, to get accustomed
I) Te Dium
In upstairs rooms
The meals are eaten
The cars in the garage ready to go-go
Disco baby shed no tear
Hot light overhead
Shaking meat
this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot
space over the water
I got insight it's a clear case of reading your aura
Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
Makin'
to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
Yeah,
Check,
Check 212
Balmxre and Rod we coming for you
Yeah
I got this
Uhh
babygirl you ain't gotta get shit twisted
Spirits can break but
this is a
Place like Hell
Trying to find a little bit of Heaven in a place like Hell
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven - I'm lookin' for a little
Bit
I'm pulling back in control
This is love
This is light
It's a shove
It's a fight
For our mothafuckin' lives
So if music is the food of love
Then eat
key, shit
I'm going live
The block is hot
Bistro inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, he know you lyin'
She popping pussy, pussy swollen, pop
Shadows with stories that old
Omens with stories i live with
Demons and devils
Im raising my children
Never be leaving my region
clways be stuck in this
living in a paradise
Oh i become so hot
Waiting for my preachers rod
Oh please have respect
And treat me really correct
Getting all
And feeling
I'm tripping and Shit
2 thumbs up I'm feeling this bitch
Way 2 Live I'm killing this shit
Way 2 Live I'm killing this shit
Aye what you thought this
And there was this hot rod lived in town
Said he had the fastest car anybody' round
We got dide by side on the saturday night
When the fellow didn't see that
patience
I'm just out here tryna do good
But I feel like I'm haunted by Satan
And y'all niggas ain't my brothers for real
Stop all dat false claimin' (Real
)
(Feel me baby, it's on)
Uh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top
To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot
Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks
candy
Ain't a feature free, No Randy
Twin .9s on my hip, Tee and Tammy
On a grind like I want me a Grammy
My first mil put it up for the family
How you
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