Lyrics:
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
years
Since Lil Wayne came up in the game and took the beers
In ninety-nine, I turn on the TV, said who the fuck is this
Rap extraterrestrial, spitting
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
by the comments
Ata wakibonga shonde
Came to earth inside a comet
Wenye wivu wajinyonge
I'm on track ebu wasonge
He turned to Lil Tekashi now he
a long year
I'm not by myself so don't
Try that from the rear
I got Dizzy runnin' with me
I'd advise you be aware
Uh, mindset racing, I got a duffle bag
me a chance, uh
You don't want it, it was easy
Just want grandma see me on TV
Goin' all in with this rap shit
Lil' bro, you gotta believe me
I do this
a screen TV so big
Playboy, I had to get approval from
The city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'm gon' ball 'til
Yeah, get busy entertainment, youuu dig, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man I love the way lil' baby pour my drink, she my lil' rock star
I got 30 in these jeans
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
You decide everything with your eyes.
I drink sometimes just to get by and it doesn't seem right, but it keeps me in line. You would keep your self
on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown
Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
know im bound to drown
Come get high up off this gas smoke it by the pound
That lil Bitch wanna fuck with me cause i'm icy now
Know this dick be in her
minutes
I swear that this shit onna flo
Nigga insurance just went up
And i ain't the women you claim to do right by you so
Whenever you thinking bout
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
Ill Be He Who DEADED Simon
Fuck What They Say Bae
Let Me Put That Time In
I CAN
Be The One You Need In Yo Life
Never Said Im Mr. Perfect
But
the shit I been through
Bitch I went through it by myself
Now shit done changed, I got some change
I fuck around and hire help
Lil Hoe that shit you wish
the beer commercials memorized
So you've probably heard this before
But this ain't the TV talking to you
It's a friend who's gonna tell you what you can do
you to the slammer
Tell all the children in the arms of their mommas
The f-15 is a homicide bomber
TV commercials for a popping pill culture
Drug
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
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