Lyrics:
If not, it gets dropped, I can't hear it (fuck off)
Yeah, two milli by twenty, who can say that? Not many (woo)
Sick and I'm ready, skinny but
So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph
And move
Check, check one two
check the mic nigga
microphone check
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
One
chasing ends, crews laid in they pools
Wake up feel phenomenal, the celebration audible
Allah, my domino run worthy of a chronicle
In a million lives, you
big up and high five me
Forty million one thousand nine hundred and sixty two
I'm irresistible unpredictable and so Is my crew
Never accidental
you tell me "here we go!"
Can you try to guess who provide the show?
The Vibe for sho, so don't front no mo'
My live's guaranteed, put the price so low
Idk What you love about me
Can u even see yourself without me
Baby can u live live live without me
Gotta Prove your love
Can you live without we
phase me
Just another lady
Walked by looking fly
Catch my eye
Now usually I could see two to three to look fine
At a later time neither one is on my
Every rhyme gave me the chills, 'cause everything I wrote was real
Now who the fuck thought I'd get me a deal?
I grew up in Philadel, 2-3 to 4-6
It's
two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong
that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
We see who eat first watch as the table turn
Experience the best teacher, better live and learn
They said stop chasing
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
Finally realized who my friends and who aint
Suckas act so gemini
These suckas be so two faced
Suckas act so gemini they all so two faced
Suckas act so
wanna show your face??..
Finally realized who my friends and who aint!
Suckas act so gemini
These suckas be so two faced
Suckas act so gemini
These all
still at UIUC
Surrounded by people who cared for me
Then I moved to Seattle and finally
I feel I'm where I'm meant to be
I've grown so much within
Can I say faggot and still win a Grammy?
Can I rap about Jesus instead of these addys?
Do I have to be like these other satanic artists who have
Do the magic like I'm Frankie Luc
If she the baddest Ima need me two
Rep the set yeah you know the crew
Got it camouflaged like a paratroop
Don't do
and
Changin' the culture
The industry wanna stay feedin like vultures
Redeemed by the Father
The artist who made us
But we were too shaded so he made a sculpture
that dude Cheks raw
Why don't girls fuck around with that crew next door
Same reason we don't fuck with a two-step whore
I bring that pain all day, like
looking for a crew, it's easy to say who stands out
Hands out, shoulders up is the pose, I suppose
Simple to say that we're different, we can be specific
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot boy, hot boy, take a nigga face off
Hot boy, hot boy, who else wanna face off
Hot boy, hot boy, twelve get shot
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