Lyrics:
Glock in my hand at the door who is it
I eat 5 star meals like a critic
Pack touch down you gotta come get it
They know it’s facts when I’m rapping my
bitch gon' bust her coochie wide (come on)
Close that fuckin' door, bitch, we finna go live
When I walk, it's gon' wiggle, ass fat, look like two
keep my piece full
Ears to the streets eye through the peep hole
Never trust people
Like I live illegal
She ride my dick till that shit get repoed
Ran
the end
Which "you" are you going to be?
Hmm
Inside the mirror do you see
Someone else in that body?
Dance for me
One and
Two and
Three
n****s
It's over whenever we get to the mobbing
Notice you locked, until they get to poppin
Breaking the door down
I'm through with the knockin, give em no
Lil S walking through the door
Better watch out before I put you on the floor
Kickin mad beats
I'm running all these streets
I love my toast with P.B
approve
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing
choppa sit front seat it ride like a trolley
It lift shit up just like a dolly
Do the work all by myself no I don't need no colleague
Gotta car just
suspect
Tan's what I am, tan rizzems what I rep
Rap fans bely we don't forgive or forget
Strapping down the mic, kamikaze rock the mic
Suicide, stage
pussy Imma snatch him by the mouth
Two party system need to take another route
He ain't Roosevelt he ain't really well endowed
Tiny ass stick but he
of fire always getting shot down
Look at how far I came by spitting these raw poems
Detailing the battlefield my dairy is a warzone
DMX told me that it’s
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
The diving man's coming up for air
Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under
we kick it at the Shout House
With the pond out back, where we catching fish
With son cheap cigars, and we talking shit
Cut from the same cloth, two
strong like I'm Neutron rules of the night so
I know one thing for certain two things just for sure
Got things ma I'm working I'm clean by the door
Set
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
stripped
And torn down by his black brothers and sisters
That were uneducated and that did not know
And he was stripped
And he was torn down by his
sowed)
She's buried where the red
Fruit grows (the red fruit grows)
Down by the bayou
Where the devil grow pepper
The chili flows red like blood
Down
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
what's ours lifes
[Verse 2]
We've been held down, for far too long,
Our voices muted, our songs unsung
But now we're rising, like a fiery dawn,
And our
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling Dolly by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
account look like fifty Rasputias
Fuck a bitch like Taraji, I'm Lucious
Don't go live, let it leak, it's exclusive
I had to make sure the door get
fronts
Thumbs down to them other hoes
Yeah you make it hard just to keep up
Sitting pretty, yeah you dolly
Yeah girly girl super fine
If she buy another
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