Lyrics:
Cap’n, Never Happened,
That Shit Make Believe
Stamp A Nigga With That Hammer
Then We Roll Him Up In Russian Creams
Ball’n Like The Major Leagues
From
with no gimmicks (yeah)
Took some time off, now we back in this (you gotta get at it)
What you niggas thought I was finished?
I'm offended, I'm just
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
Armani
When I'm with my posse nobody can stop me
Not even the airforce, the navy, the army
I came in wit shorty I popped me a molly
I'm tucking a 40
working cmerican just getting by will now have to shoulder the tax burden even more because they're now on the hook to pay more in taxes with no benefit
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
sling it too
blessed your edges
the scars and scratches could not be fixed by bananas, you don't believe in false promise
false prophets we laid in
the matrix
Greebay packers all in my pocket, a couple platinum cards all in my wallet
Fa fa fuck it, just charge it is the model we live by
We get fly, you
you
When nobody did
But he's a bum
Now we up forever
We on top
And you can't get a crumb
And I love the hustle
In my veins
The pain got me numb
Stay up
do I even...?
Wait what just happened?
WE HAVE A MAJOR MALFUNCTION
I REPEAT, A MAJOR MALFUNCTION
Oo What a breath of fresh air
Wasn’t aware that it was
Whole team need a big check when we get racks then we ball some
Might pull up in a black Benz or the Mulsanne when we all on
These niggas keep hatin'
not on your grind
So you couldn't walk in my shoes even
If we wore the same size shoes
I been a fly dude
Screw more chicks than niggas
Get their whole
And if I'm beefing then you beefing we letting shells fly
I wish Mac b was still here he was getting them in
Brand new glocks fresh out the box he was
yo overy
(Yeah)
And if we need to take it slow
Get back to where it’s supposed to be
Let’s just put the work in
Ain’t no need to keep on hurting
May
a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beaten on, and then I'm thrown in jail
But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell
Fuckin' with
my twins
At any league I do it major
Out here I'm feeling like Drake
A young nigga been
On his worst behaviour
Paper, paper
Grinding we getting this
and karma
In a toxic friendship with this sket who has got major trauma
I could,would,should fill her up, eat her out like a tacola
I never give up, that's my
Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
We gon let you come up and sell dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand, it's our
calle
Usher, like I always do it my way
Top down, and my posse on broadway
Hol up
Between you and I
The whole world it's all a lie
We all gotta open our
shit caught in the smash
Peace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight?
Posse with the thickness as we kick this
Can I get a witness, down with
family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up
My mellow Latee was kicking flavor
The R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this"
So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught
And I
you have to here it
I heard he got a phat review in a mag or two
And now the majors want him that would suck if that was true
There ain't a cat half
address and they know where you sleep
A craft that's pushed by passion and mental strength
3rd eye glowing as I dwell in the realm as my true self awakes
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