Lyrics:
and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves
Let my
vision won't stop till I make it major
Won't stop till I make it major
See I'm in my own lane had to switch the game up
Couldn't care about the ratings
didn't know before now you do it's RBLS crew
We can never lose we always win they say "we proud of you"
Five deep in the coupe we making moves something
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We
I took a day on the Bay
After confirming a major play
Said I'd come back in a major way
Now they all mad they was in my way
They calling me El Patron
Looking at me
Cause I be in the latest
Beefing with me
Then it's gonna be major
Bet you aint know
That your life was in danger
Your boy get saluted
Yeah we back up in this mothafucka
Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of mothafuckas
And ready to do this
a fuck about the ice or what my haters say
Gon keep grindin gotta get it in a major way
Not no Major League
So please don't fuck with me
I'm not no Charlie
remember everywhere you go is a major flex
If my team winning then we all gonna have a major flex
Been working so hard think I need a minor rest
Smoking
major
It's the population of out in Jamaica
My posse nothin' to play with
From Morocco to Venezuela
I'm movin' more product than El Chapo when it
Don't
town, we can kick it at your friend's house
Off the Rossi, kick it with the posse
I'm trynna slide girl it's just like hockey
[Hook]
I come rumba rumba
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
not taking second place
With you by my side, I'm not worried about it
In the coupe we ride, taking off the rockets
Oh, wait till we get home, make her
I got this major pain
I got this major pain
Let me weigh in
With this major pain
It don't go away
Even on the coldest day
It's here to stay
Make no
They say Bonnie get the loot
Sawed off Wesson in the boot
Endgame posse on the loose
Kiss the floor now
I might shoot
I might shoot
They say Bonnie
on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by the way a nigga burn
Semi automatic reason we don't have concerns
Gods gift that's the posse
Nigga that's
"Mix-A-Lot" - 4X
I'll Roll You Up
Yeah, how many players we got in the house?
(*yelling in background*)
How many Playboys we got in the house?
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
like a copper
Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot, G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it
the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks, high off the Cold Duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up, that
a thriller
Kill it or shoot it, bite it and distribute it
But either way the two's unconstituted
Styling and wilding, constantly smiling
We'll keep trooping in
rap game
I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay
straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlight
no game, this paid style I'm gettin paid
I know my role
RBLS gang yeah, we was chose
In the booth I feel at home
Speak the truth so you can know
If I lob it to my bro
He goin' throw it down
like a copper
Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot, G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it
pussies, said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to her, ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the goddamn street
But just living in
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