Lyrics:
Showtime in this bih
Slide now its just me and you
Top down wont you be my boo
I got them racks now in my bag now Im on the move
Know you hate it
Can't wait for them days
When I live in LA
And I'm high in the hills looking down from the top
I stay prayed up I ain't never gon flop
I stay prayed up I
us"
From up above to down here hit me off with a pound and a hug
My nigga Gab showed us the slums grimy shit
No trouble in customs they rushed us
I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me
promised look I got it
I decided if it's mine then I provide it try to rise up with this grinding for this time I was allotted
Thank the most high
Forestville
Greenbelt
What up laurel
All the way down to bowie
Then we gonna go out to Oxon Hill
And from there
We just gonna ride all the way back home
You
rolling hills
This the shit I wanna go out to
This what it all really amount to
When I'm over the hill and mountains too
They gone remember, that I came
In
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
Eighty grams took
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my
of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you
hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go
I really hope you play this, 'cause
salute ya'
Let's tear down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta
they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be
it down can't waste no time (can't waste no time)
When you by my side, is the only time, that you down to ride yeah
I'm fucked up girl my bad
Wait
Niggas was down now we getting paid
I was on death row with the Saints
You niggas talking bout this shit a game
So it's only right that we make
can't leave here soon enough
Oh no
Oh no
This ain't what I came here for
I'm goin' up on the mountain
Up on the hill
Lay down by the river
festival,
OtherwiseIi would not be here in,
er... Cleveland! Tonight
But makes no, nevermind!
For me, this song sums up the
essence of the Latin-American
lookin' for the man, the one on top of the hill, hill, hill
Yeah the one up on the mountain, he showing the world that he real, real, real
He told me I
when he came in
I wanted to pull out the N9ne milli and bash his brains in
Grr, you know how Brotha Lynch will do it
Walk up on a nigga with 2 blades
Not a chicken put the liquor
In the shot glass
Kinda funny how I stick up when they get mad
This Dirt Rock and we dirtbagz
Put your hands up bitch I
Every time I close my eyes I see them gunning another one of us down we barely
Breathing in a sense even Mike Pence
Believe in the Willie Lynch theory
quit this life cuz I
I love getting fuck up and faded yeah
I love getting fuck up and faded yeah
Love fuck up yeah yeah faded yeah
I Love fuck up faded
up 'til dawn
Runnin' by myself, but the devil came along, yeah
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up, I'm tryna smoke (yeah)
Posted in this cloud,
Because half measured shows are all half ass
How did we ever end up this way'
And I fall numb in disarray
I'm cultivating my ignorance
Didn't we have
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