Lyrics:
to get destructive
Hell I'll reckon y'all
Comin' like a wrecking ball
Don't bother nobody
But can Connor McGregor your ass a broken jaw
Had 'em lookin'
like a game
Ain't gonna give you no fame by callin out your name
Just explain how I do it and, lead by example
Stay away from repetition don't wanna
a joke out of you
Over your head, don't mind the levels that I stoop
Hope you protect your wife a lot better than the hoop
They'll wait for me to drop
motherfuckers don't even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got
motherfuckers don't even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got
fighting, can't remove the flame
Try to do it by ourself, but that don't move the chains
I seen a lot of truth from going through the pain
Dang, uh, why
scraping it out of the glass
Don't know 'bout y'all
But the killers I know Michael Jackson bad
I been putting my guns to use
Ever since a little kid
In
[Everlast]
Oh this tastes like shit
Oh, that's awful
[Xzibit]
Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all
See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi
"I don't know what I'm gonna do"
Huh i do get low ha
Bar none, when I spit a bar, I spit a bar
Hennessy, Hypnotic, Patron
Courvoisier, Grey Goose
I
music
And some honky-tonk, in the mix
I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top
A shot of cuervo now and then
I never ask for a lot, I'll
Straight outta that mud, mud
Straight outta that mud outta that mud
Straight outta that mud outta that
Y'all niggas be lowkey
These niggas don't know me
He
I'd like to thank you all for joining me on Drive Rhymes
It's been one hell of a ride
But the party keeps going, you know it don't stop
Let's get it
to be tough I know it's taking a lot
I'm getting watched by something loving and I notice this
My energy is making bitches wanna approach the kid
She said
the lake house
By myself
(Yeah)
By myself
(Yeah)
Look
I don't really mess with a lot of y'all
Truth is I know you ain't my biggest fan
Know there's a couple
Niggas with fake Rollies making sounds that thing go tick tick
Mess with gang you'll get the Nine Milli from the Deagle watch it hit hit
Ya know I don't
why the hell y'all don't have your own
Cause nowadays these women they carry a lot of load
They're mothers they're single and some stay constantly
to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this the wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
It's a wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better
incognito (Okay) far away from a freak show (Yes sir)
Love all my amigos (Si) big dreams, I achieve those (Bet)
Bros over hoes, we don't ever gamble those
to the known, known around the city
Of Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle
It bein that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick,
know dis power
Only real niggas give paper showers
Three, four grand like every hour
And I don't give a fuck who else in town
Midwest come through,
Mike
Swear he'll never tell (Woo)
I'm in the mix I ain't talking trail
Hormonal dick, tryna get some tail(Wassup gurl)
Don't got a clique, talk
I never speak about these silent thoughts
I hope my momma knows that she my rock
Tough love but I'm grateful cause she taught a lot
I'll run through
we're working
We're grinding
Huh
Y'all don't align with us
Cause we open up our soul
You know
Had to let it out
Just let it go
I told you i needed
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
White T's and Nike Cortez,
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