Lyrics:
misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded
and Dame was the hollar fam
So I'mma rep Queens and Hollis Ave
Til they make me a hologram
I told ya'll there was no days off
Told ya'll we was gon' take off
door
Get there in a perfect time
Cause I don't want you feelin' lonely
No games, no lie, cause I'm aiming for
Me and you forever
Am I asking for
extra (keep your body right there)
Useless motives
And I'm already knowin' what you thinkin' by how you talk to me
(Just kiss the ring)
Now that we
by your side
And hold hands til we cross the other side, together
I pray we never have to say goodbye
Cause I, just can't get enough of you
We were
everybody's gone ahead and behaved
The street preacher's wound-up, screaming none will be saved
"By the pharaoh's order," cries the fouled referee,
"There
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
up in these streets, tryin to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so
Sangre Azul
Body in the jungle
I was living with the wolves
Hammered up
Raised up by pact
You ain't talking to a fool
Get in front my fucking path
I'm
is there to do now
Got bitched by the whole crew wow
I just love it when it's sundown
We ride around with the top down
You talking shit you get talked
heres to feeling free
Never thought i cry
Til the day you said you're leaving me
We were on the rise smoking daily thinking what would be?
I remember
It
nigga beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more
I got a word from the trenches, we don't care
We got down here, you just get up
man up, man up
Go 'head, man up, that's right
When the goin' gets tough
When this shit gets rough, goddamn we man up
We man up, that's right, we man up
to get a little reference
So we have no confusion (shit)
My flow Call of Duty prestige
Seeing through your illusions (damn)
The Illuminati's real,
Stomping on an opp with my insoles
Watch out for the mob if we get close
If you not up on your job get your shit smoked
I ain't rocking with no frauds just
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
earning my name
'Til the sun is done burnin' its flames
It gets fucked up, but life isn't fair
It's freewill, but will gods interfere
Hands up in the air,
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill
Bounce
around
And all y'all niggaz ain't think we get this roll fuck what you heard and believe what you saw
It's a nation thugs ready to flip out with an extra
said, “Get advice from the happiest man in town,”
So how about that?
I’ll give you a little advice
Here’s what I think
Hold on, hold on, hold on
See, we
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
us to last 'til we old
Plant my seed in your soil
It grow
Tell me how we 'gon keep that on the low
I'm like
What is you saying?
Get to it
Let me
his mama
I got my mind on this figure
Now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take food already made
There's crime in the air, there ain't
more than rapping
Fact is were one flight away
I can be right there by night or day
Board on get gone no flight delay
Or have you come and I will stay
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