Lyrics:
To feel the thrill so step up if you want
Though I'll crush you when you will
You on point, Ran? (all the time, Int)
Well I got your back, supplies are
To apologize for the smell
In advance of course
And I'ma end this
By saying shout out
To the Taylor Gang
'Cause them is my niggas
Chevy Woods on the way
I guess I'm pouring into my following
Never talk about da way I'll do it
Ain put a dollar in
Do it hard
And do it through the drought
They ain't
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
feels like I'm falling into sun,
Even on stormy days in every way
It feels like we’re one
As we watch the years go by
Feels like we’re still flying
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
every night, so dumbfounded by you
Addicted to the supply, happy buyer
All provided by you
Oh, every move you make
Is a rhythm that no one else can groove
Studio getting blowed
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap cause I can't move no dope
But I do know, a few niggas that did and a few niggas that still
niggaz pockets is low
Which way do I go?
Indictments blew over
Man whipped a few shoulders
Shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow
Me, I'm in the studio
you know the way
Your rent goes up, but not your pay
Try to get by, but that won't fly
Try to get by, the rent's too high
Try to get by until one day
Wait The product on the way
I supply the bars
Sensai got the base wait
Late we out here real late
Trappin by the gates
Higher than stakes
Came from
the next I wanna sex
You make me crazy, the way we act like two maniacs in the sack
We fuck like two jack rabbits and maybe that's a bad habit
'Cause
the remnants of my past
Dark blue fog surrounding me
I don't know how long I will last
Air in good supply
Peering out both sides
Catching creatures out
'nem, shoutout DQ, got Big 7 in the studio
Feel me?)
Ay
Flying through the city
Blow it all up in the air
I approach her and of course
She wanna hop in
the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
up that supply with me
When I walk in, you better put your bitch up Came to the party with you, now she walkin by with me
Posted in the club, we don't
ain't the greatest then I'm headed towards it
This city windy didn't mean to ruffle y'all
If you're in my way I'm sorry
You're getting blown away
I'm from
make a sound
I found a way to let you win
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I
they at doe?
Tryna find a way to spin it, blowin' mad dope
Tryna find a way to get it, work with mad hope
I been amazin' imagination since the basement
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
genuinely do make sense
If nobody wants to give me what I need
If every straight way to a life
Is under some greedy fuck's knees
I guess I'm gonna have
Ch
Down in my area, chk a chk uh real shit nigga uh
It's the ROC
Yeah, Free yeah uh feel me
Pa pause
Yo yo
I was born in West but migrated to North
rode
Some rode with a strap
O2 gettin' low
Lungs start lookin' flat
Air supply that I gave
Some never gave back
Damn oxygen thieves
Breathin' what they
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
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