Lyrics:
had to hit the lick
How you think I got all this shit? No, I ain't selling bricks
Don't fuck with the shit
We in all black attire, niggas scared I'm
he run my funds accountable
So I told him inside lord, with this shit missing you accountable
Drake stick that I tore out, that I caught a bitch
what you say, you don't want to get 50 (bop, bop)
Cause I might be a little bit tiny
But you don't see the counters ?????
Grind me, angry, get real
Put
on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
being explicit
Gold on my neck with some DMP 6's
Flow is the sickest they know who this is
When you be rapping all you hear is crickets
I'm 'bout my
shades of red now
Got spat back out
By the ground
Was overdraft flash
My phone got smashed
And so did I
Cut my thumb
On the cracks
Googling if you can die
is my business name
So don't call me by my government if you ain't know me yet
I just want a bad chick that ain't ignorant and a holy
Body, but that's
it's me, it's me, yo
Who could it be? It's me, running down brick lane
With a visible limp (uh), and an alligator pimp cane (uh)
Rubies where
no woods
Surrounded by niggas who still make quick juggs
Gotta get up and get it to make sure they good
.40 to the left that bit blow like some kush
Diamonds in my teeth
Bitches on my dick
who the fuck you think you playing with?
Name: jixonai c
I'm the king of this shit
Bitch, I'm the money
I ain't
But if I've been burning anyway
50 shades of red now
Got spat back out by the ground
Was overdraft flash
My phone got smashed
And so did I
Cut my
much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew 'found the time I
Was locked up with you" "True indeed"
"But yo
possible for me to kick to you
Predict to you for future reference
For you to take heed but that's your preference
What makes two hundred and fifty seven
[Chorus]
Shatterproof, who woulda thought that the edge of the earth
Is underneath you feet right where you stand
I can see land from the crow's
back over my life yeah everything happens for a reason
Some people are only there for a season
But appreciate the ones who will stay
Stay with you
Cause
night time running
No more night time running
The thing is this life, when it come to fight or flight
I can tell who you are, with a simple roll of dice
a nigga blow up ima really see the envy
I'm loyal to the ones who been with me now we winning
Now ima let this ride so you can double back and listen
with a brush
You can paint anything you want
If you're creative enough, uh
Today she painted happy
Took like an hour fifty
She wanna be a model
Todos me quiere juzgar
50 cal that's what I'm about
Don't play around
If you come around
With that drama get dropped to the ground
I'll die for my crown
dope
Putting 20s and 50s
In my mommas wallet
Yeah
I moved on from hanging around with the middles
I can't be thinking that simple
I'm just beyond they
(yeah)
I know she was attractive
But I was here first
Been riding with you for 5 years
Why did I deserve
To be treated this way by you
I know you
hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down
Shouldn't wish you happiness, wish her the very best
Fifty thousand dollar dress
Shaking hands with
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