Lyrics:
swear I'm numb to all the pain This life done brang to me
I'm counting racks
When I be driving by my lonely
(Yeah)
But I feel better when you call me
I
from afar
I will pop you with my team like it’s C.O.D.
Making sure you getting hit with a steamin' ass rod
You thought yo ass could do this cause you
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up, man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like
this beat goin', mhm
I'ma spazz for a second
I'ma get up on they ass for a second
Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second
I'ma shoot him in his ass,
stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health,
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
Yo
Alright, this is a message
For anyone who gets it
Took advantage of the hammock and I passed out
Wore down my heirlooms and my past frowns
Grow
Mentioning the cream in her jeans
So she digging in her pocket
Oh it seems she itching for the rocket
No more tissues, socks, or issues of hot topic
So saddle
and a good plot
Really wanted culinary school but the hood hot
Wanted to paint rods
Now he fished for the chop shop
Blood pressure amped up
All he know is chop
to pull spine outcho ass
Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit
Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill shit
Zap nigga's like
bitch
Put that shit on your lip
She said that I'm stupid
She get a bag
I'm like, what
A bag of chimps
Uh-oh, man, it's stunning time for real
I can give
never let em step on you!
Be ready for the unexpectable!
(Chorus)
From the ashes I rose!
Gutted a bunch of my foes!
I live by my own code!
This is
'm a vanity slave
Aw man videos got me wanting hoes
Appetite for flashing lights
All I can do is pose a black male on Melrose
I should get blackmailed
By my
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
time card
In fact, drop out, this beast war in your compound
You don't see war, street patrolling, you drive round
In your hot rod, Targetmaster,
and a choppa
Life come, Life come
Life come go (Life come go)
You could live life fast
Thats why I drink this slow
I said
Life come, Life come
Life come go
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
plotting ima know
I'm just going with the flow
With a 5 star bitch
She do 5 star tricks
I ain't into politics
I just get it how I live
I stay with
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
Say they name WooTang, 4-5 or Glock They both gon' ring, I don't post on Insta
No social, I come from the trenches now I live by the coastal
Say they
Chasing this rush, this addiction
Couldn't tell that I was hooked
Chasing this rush, this addiction
I was hooked right from the start
Gets hot
treat me good, I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you, do you
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
Breakers and Boogie Men with a New Jam
Live and direct with the Crate Diggers doing it for the gram
And of course i am
And of course i am
Sitting square in
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