Lyrics:
Yo, you can't fake it
Life's only what you make it
Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take
a welder, hunt ya like I'm Elmer
Embarass your ass like JJ does to Thelma
Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic
Yeah, I'm out like three
Grandad babysat us
Used to play fox and hound 'til the sun came down
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the ghost town
And all I wanted was Doc
what its about
But if there was a point, you would still avoid
You should've taught the boys and girls how to take apart their toys
I stay up-set,with
a motherfucker
Think it's a game
I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun
30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun
It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one
Dirtbag,
the results of slavery and poverty
You had the drugs and guns to equal to P
Watch how every time the drama
Pop off I'm on top
The niggas try that wit' me
and think back
When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every lost child at present
Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially invited
lack
Let me die, by being Black
Never done, better run
Zen is some demon ass
Sick spit, kick shit, twisted fiending ass
Wild out, fuck round, find out
From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill
And kinda buck wild
Pop pop! Just like the part that's
In my walk with
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
Uh, uh, uh
(Jansport J)
They know
It's a Eastside story, nigga
Young wild nigga
(I done seen it all and done it all, nigga)
Cold streets
I could see the fight
I'm running wild though
I had to stop
TNT gun boys at a traffic stop
Thank God stash box where I had the glock
Still afraid
countin' paper like my boss
미래 지폐가 바뀌면 공장은 동갑이 형의 라이카가 필요하다고
Um yah bition boys 콜록 콜록 소화기 찾아놔
불난다 단위로는 몇천 불이야 이게
소방차도 불내요 아브라카다브라
쳐 내리라고 돈 비 븅신들 we
chores
Clever boy with two by four
I can switch to third one
So you can all rest easy
And i'll preach to no one
So you can all rest easy
Buy a gun, buy
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
true say the opps gotta agree by now
Our block still winnin' awards like Federer
There ain't no back and forth in it like Nadal
The opp boys bored,
I was just a little boy
My father said to me
Don't ever play with guns
Or watch too much TV
Now I'm watching Elvis
On a jumbo screen
With a big
something new
I'm just drivin' enjoyn' the cruise
With the windows down for some breeze, breeze
A wild hair took me by surprise
I cast my books
to give her his blade
Streets full of slavers on the rampage
Wild boys running by the score
Weeks without eating
Can't carry on anymore
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit king t, and we all in
humans really suck
Did I mention my intentions? I ain't swooning over green sheet bucks
In this next one we gleam at a little boy sitting in a room
He's
order
If a nigga violate he roofed across the border
Gun off safety nigga that's my aura
Ball in my palm nigga I'm the first scorer
Mazi on the side nigga
They’re driving me insane
And I want to mask the pain
Of what we could of been girl
What we should of been
More devoted to this
Been promoted by this
Now
Aye
At 16 I rehearsed like countless verses
I understate it by just saying its worth it
Get on a feature touch a beat send it back in a hearse
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