Lyrics:
death I ain't never gonna quit
Lines flow wavy y'all lines tangent
No contract forever be a free agent
I'm always buck wild on beats like this
The Wild
I just need an answer are you ready for this ride
I gave my all to get here, ain't no losses to my pride
Imma go and shine you should probably squint
this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block
I'm sayin' who told y'all to let
Y'all want an open but y'all niggas suck
Riding my dick, I make money for what?
Sorry you niggas ain't making the cut
Whole lotta red she got whole lotta
For try'na gas me like unleaded, I ain't the fuckin' one, one, one
So take that gum out your ass hole
First round, T.K.O. his ass like "Glass Joe"
I
for drinks is the biggest chicken in here
Like Run say, "This is the wayyyyyyyy!"
Def Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday
Y'all
Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday
Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for Reggie
I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly
Break Cool see
hardly can sit up
Y’all ain’t built for this
When you fumble in the field
Know the clique gone pick up
Fall back when we kick up
My name my name
Chains
to the Sickest One Here
It's in Broad Day That I'm Ready to Change Gears
Now My Pain Drives
And I'm Taking on Beats That Is My Size
And I Pray for the People by
never seen it before
This beyond clever my niggas ready for war
And my bitch beating pressure you never seen her before
She from Paris she love to wear
motherfuckers you ain't seen shit
Fresh as the fuck & I can do this shit like any day (Drip)
Ready for war so when we slide we come from anyway (Bow Bow Bow)
gift and this curse
Livin' life like this shit is rehearsed, it's on god
Fighting for some time
I'm reaching for the moonlit skies
Leave it all behind
I'm really like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance,
like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days
lead a man to a link
But that don't mean he gonn' click
What's this? Y'all ain't really on no deep shit
I peeped it, scared of a motherfuckin' secret
bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is
at the BET awards
Bumping elbows with EST
Red Carpet status looking sharp
Edward Scissorhands
Told ya'll in 2021 I envisioned this
King James little bitty n-
me at the BET awards
Bumping elbows with EST
Red Carpet status looking sharp
Edward Scissorhands
Told ya'll in 2021 I envisioned this
King James little
me who the fuck you gon' run to
Check one, two (Bitch we ain't the same)
I been at it for years
Getting this paper, respected by peers
You faking
get money what yo paper make?
Got me up high like
Rolling round smoking on dank nigga this ain't no regular
Y'all niggas regular
Y'all bitches regular
dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your front door
But that
divide us/ You can’t break us down/ We standing for something/ This shit ain’t for nothing/ They used to us running now we gotta keep on stomping/ I can’t
bullshit) lyrical miracle
Nigga I ain't got time for that (nobody listening to it)
I'm focus on my enemies (that's the real shit)
Y'all can have that (fasho)
killing people
You ain’t no gangster, stop acting like it
Make a call to Eric, get you off real quick
Since I started in 2012, i’m on this
Got ties with
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