Lyrics:
I'll just pass on by
If you give me no hope, then girl I'm not your guy
I'm not in it for the hell of it, I need evidence
'Cause we running outta
Losing
like a light lap
Been a while, but at least I'm on the right track
If I lose it best believe I'll get it right back
Yeah that's the plan, Father give me
duffy I'm in my big bag
That's the reason why these niggas big mad
If you hear a track and it's mine it's one of a kind
So expect them to fall right in
the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy
Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing
Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em
It's sure ain't no
This track is going out to all the hotties out there
You know what I'm saying
To all the fellas that don't know what a hotti is
I'm here to define
yourself, now walk it by yourself (yeah, come on)
Now you see what I'm talking about, oh
I represent for the dirty south
Where we known for swinging out
on ya back
[Hook x2]
Yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You gotta track, what's the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
to the sound of the bells ring
Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching
Get up, get out, and get some
You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won't forget how we
again
Track number 2
Sorry to repeat myself
But maybe you'll understand
I'm targeting an ex girlfriend
Maybe I should say names
But nah
You know who you
make the correlation
Right now I'm like fuck you fam ya guilty by association
You can't stop the train yea this ain't no negotiation
I've been holding
, nigga
I ain't spitting on that
I'm just telling you what the fuck you finna get
You finna get that
If You Want To
By Prez
That shit's stupid
You gon' get
prestigious home
Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God, player what you thought?
What Rev. you seen on chrome?
Gotta make these dollars, comin out of Hollis
Got
walk it out
I don't even give a fuck if you talkin' 'bout
What the fuck you want that fame, what you talkin' 'bout me?
I'm singin' this lowkey, you
eyes low I'm solo
Stupid Lil nigga stuck in cycles
I swear I've gone psycho tryna find the right path for this shit
I'd probably hit a lick if I didn't
Or Pontiac if you know
What I'm sayin'
Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy
And now he's playin' mack daddy
But that's all right I
sho'
And I don’t know how to take it slow
(Okay, uh) i’m the type to get right
Stay in the limelight (Kyuh)
These broke niggas always re-ing up
Nigga see
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
the moment,
I shouldn't be in my head but right now I'm trying to focus,
What track will eventually be my magnum opus?,
If rum can't get me drunk then magnum is
hear Supersonic that was by J.J. Fad?
Listen close to what I'm sayin' 'cause it went somethin' like this
Or you can say I missed, I really can't resist
I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right
Ice, the capital T, airtight
Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
Step to me fool - you're missin
I'm just tryna picture every outcome right
Bottle of ciroc better add that sprite
Bring the grooves when they bring that news
Tell them what's the move
the day we die
Tell me baby, what's your frequency?
You see I'm makin' proposals that's full of
Verbal indecency when you meetin' me
Flash light I'm buzzed
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