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break it off another hot explosive man it's mr. I can fly ya put your hands up
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niggas be thinking they me but I doubt it has to be about it about it we speak up
in the way that I sounded and they be up in the way that I'm on the ground and
the town that holding it down and niggas know I got the crown to step in the booth dropping the juice and my style
we so astounded in the town that holding it down and niggas know I got the crown and
the booth dropping the juice and my style we so astounded one of a kind every time that I
run know that my style is the find nobody can block my time I'm astounded that's what the sign
yeah surprising that I'm rhyming in the booth I saw a condiment live in my truth stay on my
grinding with my truth take on my grinding take on my toes watching these hoes try to come in
the dog in clothes watching my friends in my phone niggas be lying when they be trying to
suppose never can know who you get trust before you know what they got in you up on the go take
your bucks on the go take your bucks they love to hate love to fake never say you till your face
fuck it with me you don't get a taste fuck it with me you don't get a race I ran the gate
that generates couple grenades the words I say train the thought I run up the tracks when I rap I
don't play I'm a renegade that generates couple grenades the words I say when I rap train the
thought I run up the tracks every day niggas be thinking they be but I doubt it ask the peak
about it about it we love in the way that I sounded and if you love in the way that I pound it
wrap in the town that's holding it down and niggas know I got the crown that's having the booth
dropping the juice and my style we so astounded wrapping the town and poking it down and niggas
know I got the crown that's definitely the booth dropping the juice and my style we so astounded
one of a kind every time that I run know that my style is the find nobody can block my time
I'm astounded that's my design making a way every day getting that bread is never the way making
a play making a play running it up the real go relate I'm doing my math I'm getting that bag
I'm running around I'm even with class keep me the staff I won't no gold for the golden child
that's they with the globe changing my clothes changing my flows and make it by hot the gap
the cold got different holes in different area cold you think it's don't know
damage
when it comes to these streets I don't need a help when it's time for the warm
defend myself gonna get me better get you some help just like your daddy with that
you guys do a game but a bitch by yourself I'm in the field to official no ref
run up on me you're gonna take your last breath speaking on gang that's back to your help
this shit on my clip here to rip through a vest nigga my hood nigga come be my guest
me testing the smoke you gonna feel the test no DJ caliber bitch we the best niggas be
caffeine I be speaking fast like if they say go get the strap I'm in this big kick and shit
in the trap it's still on the block boy you know I'm mad ever since I was young I was
thinking about stats nigga I was 13 when I first touched the patent I was 14 when I
first got a gap what the fuck do you mean we ain't really about that nigga no
extra streets they won't say that it's time for the war we be getting like that
nigga stop perpetrating you know you ain't that nigga all of that shit that you're
doing the act nigga I put the stick in the blink nigga no I can't fuck with no
bitch nigga you niggas be talking that shit nigga you niggas don't be on shit
nigga you know I'm as real as it get nigga stop out that fake in the shit nigga
play in this bitch and get hit nigga we start pop it like bacon and shit nigga I
put the stick in the blink nigga no I can't fuck with no bitch nigga you niggas
be talking that shit nigga you niggas don't be on shit nigga you know I'm as
real as it get nigga stop out that fake in the shit nigga play in this bitch and
get hit nigga we start pop it like bacon and shit nigga when it comes to these
streets I don't need no help when it's time for the war I'm defending myself
nigga gonna get me better get you some help nigga just like your daddy will
be with that baby you guys do a game but a bitch by yourself I'm in the field to
official no ref one up on me you gonna take your last breath
nigga speaking on gang that's back to your health nigga break it off another
hot explosive man you are tapped into the hit list on the meanest hour
I'm not
I feel like the man of the year was popping my nigga been up in the bed it took
me a lot to get here I loosened the chains in my mind in my bed focus on
raising my spirit without interference my message
I had to I had to I had to I had to slap me a nigga that tried to play me like a
dummy you funny don't get it I made me right at your finish no cabin I'm winning
they mad I'm chill Niggas won't smoke in and that we trying to pull up now they
had any ham on my haters expense all of my haters I feel like the man of the
year was popping my nigga been up in the fit it took me a lot to get here I
loosened the chains in my mind of my fears focusing on raising my spirit
without interference my message to sit I had to I had to I had to look I am the
bvp black valuable person haters go hey I the way to shrink her and that's
I'm a type that family and blessings from churches
Like me the ochre, the green is reverse
And the odors just back and up perfect
Really they don't know I plan what fuck it
I keep doing it better write all your verses
N***a I'm G-U-S
Call me Gusty, stuff's up in the work
And could've been helping me out but I surfed
Without yo help you was nervous
Not again, reflect your worth
Is I don't need you in my life while I'm working
Powering up God complex, urgent
Go with the Hanum a piece like a surgeon
Put two together and shoot with an urge
I feel like the middle of the year
Cause poppin' my n***a been up in the field
It took me a lot to get here
I loosened the chains of my mind and my fists
Focus on raising my spirit without interference
My mission was sick
I had to uh, I had to uh, I had to uh
I had to then, point at the mirror
I'm talking to him, what you say so I gave her a 10
I'm a petty skilled, I know money took win
So I'm treating the b***h like it's needed with them
I'm the man of the year, I've been playing in the wing
No hope, gonna stop on my flow in the end
I'm charging the b***h just to come back again
Yeah
They say I be trippin' it's just my ambition
They callin' off n***a, I'm killin' they up in they feelings
I'm tryna make millions, I'm stackin' his money
N***a's chillin', the chillin' the top of the morning
It's time to go get it, they talkin' I live it, I'm workin'
They sit and I'm waitin' on those shit, throw me that kid
And it took me a while, but I'm finally livin'
I feel like the man of the year was poppin' my n***a
Been up in the field
It took me a lot to get here
I loosened the chains of my mind and my fists
Focus on raising my spirit without interference
My mission was sick
I had to uh, I had to uh, I had to uh, I had to uh
Love
What the f***
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So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
You standin' on business
Fresh and clean
What y'all doin' over there, black and blue?
And then you take your music
You under now, huh?
You can't do nah, I stay fly, I get high, ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
So, so, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Ain't no lie, I get high, eyes, big blind
Can't deny, I get high
So, so, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Yeah, I'm fresh, dug it fresh, sign of clothes
Nudin' lips, golden diamonds, round my neck
I hit the back and cast a check
Now, did I mention, yeah, I'm high
Really high like super fly
They smell the fragrance of Gucci cologne
When Mackin' walkin' back
With Rick Rack, I hold my feet
I'm smokin' pressure, any sweet
Mark, call me first and cause it give
I make my feet complete
I got some dollars, pop my collar
Devonere, just like a scholar
So resilient with my swag
Got me a dracke and super cheap
Big old house, diamond rings
Always wanted finer things
Half a ticket on the crib
And everything that money brings
So let's get drunk and roll up blood
This a mink and not a skunk
One in one and got me numb
I been a painter, slow and dark
You're in the lab
Ain't no lie, I stay flat
So fit so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Ain't no lie, I get high
I stay flat
Can't do nothing, I get high
So fit so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Ain't no lie, I stay flat
I get high
Ain't no lie, I stay flat
So fit so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Ain't no lie, I get high
I stay flat
Can't do nothing, I get high
So fit so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Hench果 helicopters
Bunch of magic, know what I'm sayin?
Wag ol' drippy, don't be playin'
I have them saying
N***a bucks, rum me up, till enough just ain't enough
So pull that lean off it, my cup is live
Cooler than a polar bat
In the wintertime, when I wonder where my ice gon' make them stop
That's dead, they say yeah, do them toot
I'm MC Mack, the Mack for life
On the boss it's all the same
How you gon' want a superman?
Bet you in your lowest right, you girl you trippin'
Ain't no slippin', plus my bands can cause a fee
But let's see y'all the oldest parter
Under bossa Tennessee, and he created
Position hated, cause I'm fresh and good
Under now, but you can't knock my spot
My spot got Persian rugs, under now
Game tonight, I stay fly, I get high
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Game tonight, I get high, I stay fly
Game tonight, I get high
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Game tonight, I stay fly, I get high
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fly
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Game tonight, I get high, I stay fly
Game tonight, I get high
So fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh, so fresh
Game tonight, now, now, now
Ain't gon' lie, I stay fine
Until now, I get high
Can't do not, I get high
Until now,
Yo
Gone but I never left
And why I can't double-o
You know the vibes through a lot of music, yeah
Yo, listen
Heavily focused, it's on a mission
Maybe I'm superstitious, I made so many moves
But I never changed my position
Captor 40 in a stash, a kiss and nigga gon' missin'
Just cause he didn't listen, I was white
Teased before Christmas, I do my shimmer to dance
When I'm riding down through my zone
I'm a problem when I'm sober and magic drunk off a throne
And I'm sippin' cause I coulda died a couple times
With my woes, I promise APA
10 in a row's verse when he's full
So hot can I tap out right now, if I'm makin' it happen right now
Ask the young kids who's really owning the sound
Me and you might be the same, we just don't got the same clout
Still good in every hood, I still comin' out of the south
And I'm takin' off like a rocket, swag is out of pocket
Gucci first, flies got you askin' like where my socks
Got jiggle, vello on repeat, daves in style's peak
A little sound of fabric, get a real sound of the streets
Can't no ex cross me, keep that thing on me
Ain't nobody not high of a position that could bang on me
That's why my return will be televised, so you better hide
Cause if not, shots fired like the fall for July
I promise APA 10 in a row's verse when he's full
Hip shot, hit a click from the Smith
That semi-automatic bussardent in your brim
I'm with your bust down without the honor, but I ain't a Crip
I'll set the mood with effortless moves, I'm so slick
I got that ride that will get his baff
That enterprise, I pull up surprise on the hatin' nigga
Callin' me bro in disguise, I set him straight
40 rounds, bombs away, we'll just claim it a fallen soldier
From the other side, I settled down
My pop sayin' I better now, Gucci sweater some say I'm lucky
I say I'm clever now, my stats high
APA and my shorty and my bag right, not the brag
But I got brag rights, yeah this is me
Big step but always keep at least a G
And your local plug probably call me a prodigy
Cause he was proud of me when I flipped him as Pondergreen
Now I be sittin' on these niggas with my Pallagrean
This one's for you AP
I promise it'd be a ten to reverse when he's four
and
Check out my arms, open my palm, I give them my heart, I pray to my God
God forgive me for my transgress, just try to make sure that I'm forgiven before I take my last breath
As long as I'm living, I make sure I give him his honor
We come from royal beginnings, I promise, they passin' the plate, put stacks in the safe
You know these preachers ain't honest, the churches ain't paying no taxes
They push witchcraft to the masses, it's right by some fascists
Put them on blast, they're gettin' donations from actresses
Some say Illuminati, in the parking lot, loadin' the shawty
In the church where the church starts speakin' in tongues, fury took over my body
I stretch out my arms and open my palms, I give them my heart, I pray to my God
I stretch up my arms and open my arms I give up my heart, I pray to my God
Protect the book like Eli, prayerful dollar Eli We all fall short of God's glory even though we try
Most of the truth is redacted, they're using these books as distractions
Make up my bastards, up in the Vatican, touching on kids in the backrooms
Trying to convince us they holy, turning back into the old man
Leave with my bloody and gore, purgatory mandatory
We God as my witness, I'm handing out vintages
This nifty's be so sacrilegious, they acting like they so prestigious
To convince you they God is religious
I stretch up my arms and open my arms I give up my heart, I pray to my God
God said judgment begins in the camp of the saints
God is first judging the church, judging its priests, judging its pastors
Yeah, us, and what are we doing for the people? Our people are struggling
If we don't love strong and lift high, I'll be warned the judgment of God is coming
It's coming first on the camp of the saints and the preachers who are fake
Cause the people pray too
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We're back with a new song called New Thoughts in My Mind
For Blessings in the Heart
New Front way back in the days when we said we gon' make it
I knew it'd be hard but promise never would fake it
They live on the crash course, soon the signal gone, they gone for cause
New Thoughts in my mind, for Blessings in the Heart
New Front way back in the days when we said we gon' make it
I knew it'd be hard but promise never would fake it
Who's living too fine and dandy? It don't gotta be sweet to be candy
The way that you teasing, I know you just asking
Why you tryna sit me down and you know you can stand me
Play it your own self and you really matter how much I fight for ya
Don't take them steps on that path, then how could you ever adore it
See the light gon' shine through, yeah you fin on them dark days
Sipping drunk on my mind, so spitting out verses and prayers
It's supposed to be the co-pilot thing, why you ain't driving to safety
So go on on my path, why you did it when they
They live on the crash course, soon the signal gone, they gone for cause
New Thoughts in my mind, for Blessings in the Heart
New Front way back in the days when we said we gon' make it
I knew it'd be hard but promise never would fake it
They live on the crash course, soon the signal gone, they gone for cause
New Thoughts in my mind, for Blessings in the Heart
New Front way back in the days when we said we gon' make it
I knew it'd be hard but promise never would fake it
This must be a dream another blur to me, so when I see I can't say a word to you
Two million mispaces out of law story, like now you don't want them chasing all glory
Gave tips from the beginning you ain't work for, pretty face fat ass with a soul born
Can't hide what's in the streets, yeah they all talkin', how you gon' move forward when you're toe haulin'
Too many lies, you can't be serious, your spine's subred and then disappearin'
Literally, I could crash this motherfuckin' wit, and you still wouldn't feel this shit
They live on the crash course, soon the signal gone, they gone for cause
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I'm a bitch, fuck you, up church just nice, up church just nice to meet you, I'm your big bro
White double bin watchin', tilly stab you with a bitch, fuck you and that lil' ice turn off the lights
The diamonds on my wrist blow, this ain't clip it's dope, he ain't droppin' it's off
We ain't even really got a problem, you just gotta get up out of my spot
And apologize you fuckin' colonizer, struggle rap, y'all couldn't rap
A packed house with bubble wrap, out of cap to date, Tom, up church and Adam and Nate, lovin' that
Before I write a song, I put on a fuckin' oven mitt, try to write a song about your life, still a cryin' about the government
Insultin' your titch, you know you wrong for that leech, it ain't no rebel flags and rap
I don't hear your songs in these streets, it's trainin' days, slaughter king Kong on these beats
Who the fuck wanted, I'm hungry, I'm huntin' all of these people, surviving the game
I arrive in a time with chains of fire in my veins from the rain of Ireland's kings
You should change and go try your own style for a change
Or do like Benzino, a hieroglyph rider for change, he gon' review any song that you ever do
He hop on your dick like his glue and your nuts like he a kangaroo, bitch it's easy
Somebody check on the reactors, cause they wrist is bleak, step down in nowhere like Encino
Man my wrist is freezing, might slap the sun out of the sky and make it switch seasons
Read the comments when I rap, the way white people react, you would think that I'm black
They call me wager and crack kid, they been waitin' to say that ignorant, ignorant shit actually
They been callin' me that shit since supers were taxis, you can't cancel me, faggot
Fuck you and your vaccine, then Ryan you black, you want it to hop in a backseat
So bad for smoke filled mind, but I gave him a pass, he typed RSVP to Ditty and take it up to ass
He told me to wear fake jewelry, cause he'd rather be faked than abs
And how you gon' plaidin' me, you still puttin' food on a plate with plasma
I spent the 10 if not shook him down, he apologized and said next time you see me, look at the ground
Doors turned a Bemptle clown, a Bempt turned into Captain Saber, oh when I'm around
I don't friends on hoes, told her she fuckin' to leave and professor Ken dropped his cane
to try to turn into he-man, he put his arm across my chest and it turned me to a demon
This is deeper than the sea or what you see on your TV
Somebody get crips and soap and help him dust off his seat, black Pegasus and Stevie Niter
to bust us in a week, I'm a hustler, you a customer and your customs is weak
What do you do with somebody who use a gun for Russian Roland?
Adam Calhoun would be our beat if it was acapella, you still livin' up plantation that your grand papa built
My name is not James Lo-Mac, it's Michael Rockefeller, they call me White Tupac
But I'm more like Machiavelli, fuck your rebel flag, you're not a rebel, you're just regular
The only time you can get a bitch is to do like Biggie and Sturt Begginer
Jack's been runnin' from me so long that his fuckin' legs are hurtin'
And then Crippes and then Selvergin, it's desert thirsty
Who about his side from the opposite, and I thought to his spot on the job like a call center
You had to play along and play the songs for the boss, huh?
She said when she left it she was feelin' exhausted, no nonsense
Nox Bond is real as it gets, wouldn't go to war if you want
But I got no feelings or kids, fully loaded, you can crawl up on that hill if you wish
Ask Mickey Fax if I'll pop up like a broken cell in this bitch
Shove their face in the mud and they fuckin' hate that they love it
They talkin' shit till they see me with all my waist down public
Chime me like Slim Jesus, I introduce you to the real one
I'm the type to kill you, just so I can not feel numb
Before you beat with me, go and get your will done
And give it to your kids, cause G's don't touch children, that's law
Tom McDonough the type to go to a bar at night and scout cars for drunk bras
That last call, pick me, pop
I got my pistol when I drop, when you meet me in real life
I got my pistol on my side, ass brick
160 pounds at 40, got me feelin' 250
Found like Eminem, but I shank him down like I'm the new 50
Slippin' on this Eater, but it's more like Wild'A'Wa
She turned her, I might avenge she into a pinata
Renaissance Rap Piax, the little mini Knoxville, feelin' bother
Cryin' and constant constipated while the killin' bottles
Mixed 5 JP, look like Screech
Chill Rock, for real, stop with your buck T
Rick and Shane got a shot, that's a backfire
Malpractice got the motion of a flat top
You the type to hide inside the walls at night, apocalyptic
I won't ever stop, but you'll get shot and then you'll drop the biscuit
Esteem anonymous, we can meet in politics
What the problem is, my enemies disappear like Hillary Rodham's did
You don't believe me, but Jacob doesn't seem to answer
Whenever I'm callin' F, how you Jewish with your wallet then?
I feel empty inside, then I go to the mall and spend
Respect Howard Monning, my record label of parliament
This is not a parody, you pussy posers
Charlotte and Frank, I'm up like Pottery, they leaking through their cardigans
She suck me and I fuck her and she touch me
I'm hardy and catch a body while I'm partying
And leave it in the audience and clip bitch and knock,
Siller, the ones to blame for startin' it
You gotta put your life on the fuckin' line to be a part of it
I'll pull up to your house in real life, you little retarded bitch
Put you in a hole like Spartacus and put a high capacity car
You're in the lab with DJ Jack the Ripper, for the Airwaves
I like this shit right here man, come on, come on, yeah, let's do it like this
Sincs Anna so focused on you, come on, I'll ride a boy that's focused on you
Uh huh, uh huh, sure they ain't tryna give you the runaround
I'm just tryna come get you a runaround, skip to a couple times
Maybe skip to a couple rounds, if your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sort of a long distance brother, long trips, long chips, long dick and rubbers
Come roll with a pimp or gangster, I slope by nature, trust that I'll take ya
Uh huh, and you know what, I'll show you the rules and parameters
Show you how to move with the ooze, how to handle it
Show you how to cope moves, soon as we scrambling
On the block, soon as the moon hit, we scrambling
And you could be my down ass
Yeah baby, that's for sure, I'ma show you how to package raw
How to strap it on, how to take drips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package going, just stack some cash beyond
Come on, mama, come on
You girls could sit and enjoy running off the girls
Yeah, yeah, they ain't just fuck your girls
Pull up your money, corrupt the world
Yeah, give up pounds, give up piles, give up cakes
In a town, in a city, in a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Baby, bitches, every party, huh?
Yeah, please believe me, G-Z's the truth
Everywhere I go, to these breezes, I'm chill
Man, they tell me that I overdose it
And I need to slow up, I'm over thugging
Put the moves just love, in the open public
I'ma swim up like fuck it, I just roll and puff it
Now they roll like fuck it, take two toks and love it
Yeah, yeah, plus my bitches swear
I'm like Richard Gale, when I'm in my pool, moving fast
Switching gears, tell them listen here
Get it crystal clear, stay crispy
To the fitting that we kick out wearing
Yeah, yeah, she was feeling my gangsta
Summertime's everyone's jeans and my tank top
I'm on the scene with the dice like bank stop
Getting money, man, yeah
Baby girl, I'ma play with the past boys
Little fat, 100 grand on the black course
Please love, get your feet up, open my dashboard
This is cash, bro, we on the trash
We're all girls, we're Santana and Jones
Running off the girls
No game, just fuck you girls
Put the money, come up with the world
Give her pants, give her plies, give her cakes
Get a tan, get a city, get a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Back and riches, every party, we have
Yeah
Oh, you oughta know by now
It's Santana, yeah
Now when the beef's sold
Santana gonna ride out
Cars still rolling, hop out, block out like
Then I shoot ya, hop back in and maneuver
Oh, you oughta know by now
It's Santana, yeah
Now when the beef's sold
Santana gonna ride out
Cars still rolling, hop out, block out like
Then I shoot ya, hop back in and maneuver
To V off, skeet off while I'm yelling out
Don't make me spell it out
I push your melon out
Then get back to the block
Should I slap it or not?
Fuck it, man
That's what I tell them, man
I'm a selfish man
I need every grin
Once again, not a penny more
Not anymore
I let the semi-poor shots in your memory cord
I thought I told you before
Now show them the four
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on
Fuck with your boy, yeah
It's Santana, hey man
We see you get out yellow, yellow, all right
Yeah, man, I'm gonna get it
Come on, today's a new day
Got the booty up in the suitcase
So go uptown to Harlem
Tell them that I sent ya
Tell them it's August, I'm going to November
I need a couple birds, get abroad
I'm sent up, call my bird, get my broad
I'm sent up, please call my niggas
Call my squad, I'm sent up
I see a town, I'm like it
See some niggas, get your money in a town
I'm like it, yeah
I run up on them with a pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right
Yeah, he understood me quite clear
Then I think bang out and bring out the side of this right end
And I got back to my business
Back to my bitches, back to the kitchen at Pyrex Vision
Fuck, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rocked, get to the blacking picture
Yeah, I'm sorry, but this is how I run
Lookin' in, this is how I run
Fuckin' the war with the zone, head on my handle
Listenin' to gangster music
I stood at home, head on the chrome
And his own club in the channel
I can't hide it, gangster
I stood alone, gettin' thrown
From a thick check and sand
I see them around the corner
Gotta stay high now
When I survive in a city where the skinny niggas die
No, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
Four, five, send me on their side
Two stew and they drop
Look at shot, big pop and pop
Yeah, one more for shine like this side
Two more for cam for takin' over the rock
Yeah, it's my year so
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me
No way, no way
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
I been makin' cake like a nigga work for drinks
So fly beyond G-Force
So high that there's never detours
Can a young nigga sling drugs anymore
Without the D's had me sweat out my valors
No T-shirt just like humans on lupitons
Brown skin, mommy screamin' you to dawn
Door swing different on the coupe
I come a long way from just sittin' on a stew
Sachi frames, I can see it all paint a picture
Michelangelo paint trippin' on the scriptures
And this is just a Sunday whip
Pull out the Range Rover for my Monday trips
And my ass just brainwashed on the wall
Late night sports center showin' us on the floor
Come on
Survivor die, cheater
Went for math class with a toodle
Now I'm tryin' to cop a ass class toodle
See the ice in the shade there, cool off
Y'all show your ass and make it rain there, Rudolph
South by Southwest with Louis Lucky stuff
My behind the scenes can make a movie of it
New Yukon XL or doobies love it
I knew it big interior, got the Fuji colors
You grow with me, just gotta be paid
Your wife she could go with me, just gotta behave
Now man, here hey, the state throwing me shade
The Versace Retailer state throwing me shades
Cause my gift ain't like the Kendrick, I'm like a Seneca
I think their name was Candy and Veronica
Now they arguing like Brandy and Monica
You can't see like Stevie with the harmonica
You see me in that party, how my wrist shine
We're the party, all you know I get fly
Diamonds D on the beat with Joe and Ray Palm
And Fred and Frigo from the day on
You on the you
Survival dodge, shit on
Look at brown phones hanging with the homies
Chopping up rocks, cutting hair, buying gear
Flying wet to the luxury parks and France
Nigga pull up your pants, they see the gerry on us
They chance in the badges like the Scarface movie
Ten niggas walked in the bank, red bottoms on and the Fuji
Buffalo soldiers with bread, wheel of big nose, Benzies
Stop in front of jimmies with the Timmy's
A few years later, all in gate as we paid
Bank accounts, look like think accounts
The wave is this shit, something that my mama said
Come as real deal, either you get on or get killed
Salute the East, pop welcome to the state
The Bronx put us on, yeah from digging in the crates
Pay your homage, stay in drama, collect the lima
Smoking good boy, pulling dawns out in Farragamos
Read the shit, couple legends that live good
Blow your ass up if you flake, it's just a message
Rone and reckless, still humble, love the jungle
Yeah, drop the slack
Rone and reckless, still humble, love the jungle
Yeah, drop the slack
Survival done, shake up
You're in the lab with DJ Jack the Ripper
Raising the airwaves, airwaves
And you know this, man
Jack the Ripper
How you doing, ma? This your song, ma?
Yeah, come on, ma, this your song, ma
We could get it done, ma
This your song, ma, this your song, ma
This your song
How you doing, ma? Yeah, come here
Where you going, ma? What's up?
You in the rush, what's going on, ma?
You could keep going, ma
But in the school world, you gon' need a man
A sturl to keep you on, ma
You and me, we could take the world by storm, ma
So let me have your math and then I'm on, ma
I'm having an after party later on, ma
So you should cancel whatever you was doing, ma
You could get a telly, a visit and get it on, ma
You with it, I hit it to six and I'm on, ma
You ain't hit a song, ma? Yeah, I'm a do, ma
So if you ride with a plan, then come on, ma
How you doing, ma? This your song, ma
Yeah, come on, ma
This your song, ma
We could get it done, ma
This your song, ma
This your song, stream that
It don't get no better
What we could do, ma
It don't get no better
It don't remind me of the first time
You know what you remind me of?
The sun that shined above
I think I'm in love
Cause every time I look in your eyes
They be dumb bright like the sunlight
When I look in the sky
And you always look fly
You stay with the mean outfit
And got shoes that they ain't need to come out with
Always got your nose done
Always got your style fixed
You the type of chick I can see me going out with
And I ain't knocking your hustle
But you should be somebody wifey
I'm seein' with a rock on your knuckle
And we a look hot as a couple
Cause you shake so beautifully
Then you're almost cute as me
How you doing, ma? This your song, ma
Yeah, come on, ma
This your song, ma
We could get it done, ma
This your song, ma
This your song, stream that
And bein' you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Oh, Lord
It don't get no better
Cause you remind me of the first time
Mmm, mmm
With your sexy self
Go to my hotel and undress yourself
And after we has
Don't stress yourself
I still'll respect you if you respect yourself, girl
It's whatever
I get the challenge
When we get together
It don't get no better
And you can see I'm doin' it
Cause my arm on chair
Will look like it's still free on on it
I made hella paper on the block
That's why I'm bout to put a dream story
Elevator in my eye
They gon' keep hitting the ball
But keep holdin' me down strong
This song dedicated to you
How you doing, ma
This your song, ma
Yeah, come on, ma
This your song, ma
We could get it done, ma
This your song, ma
This your song, stream that
And bein' you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Oh, Lord
It don't get no better
Cause you're the man you're the first time
Baby, I can't deny that I'm feelin' you
The way that you look
And the things you do
Knowin'
It don't get no better
Baby, no
It don't get no better
How you doing, ma
This your song, ma
Yeah, come on, ma
This your song, ma
We could get it done, ma
This your song, ma
This your song, stream that
And bein' you
It don't get no better
What we can do
It don't get no better
Cause you're the man you're the first time
Oh, Lord
You're in the lab
With DJ Jack the Ripper
You're in the airways, airways
Jack the Ripper
And you know this, man
Yo, this is Knox Barn
I'm locked in with my fan
Next level DJ's America's
Real, real, real, real
Yo, me this is Phony
Frightin' like they masters
Semremonies
None of you suckers
They even remotely close to me
To be nice, I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a lie, bury your limits
On micro fees
Createin' concepts so deep
Niggas quote me
They be wild
They interpret my rhymes to their homies
I've been thanks beyond your flows
Eons ago
This is never the blue
In 98 I'm a blow
Ever since 84
I've been in it to win it
But see back then
We used to battle
While spinnin' on the cement
You can't even absorb the rhymes
I've recalled
What resolved the deep laws
Of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe
And beyond, Parsecs
Out of range from a cellular star check
From the galaxy of the Andromeda
I puzzle niggas like crop circles
Another unexplained phenomena
Hey yo, now, now, now
Detendin' these rap artists is garbage
You spineless, fondless
Niggas is heartless
Hey yo, I came to see the hip hop
It's never tarnished
So I
You
Hey yo, all I really want is you niggas
To stop bitein'
All I really want is you niggas
To start writein'
All I really want is you niggas
To be original or star-spin
Some livable shit that I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences
To the human genome project
You haven't come to terms with your god yet
And you refuse to believe in unidentified flying objects
When I bomb shit, I get retarded
Proudly more than you're bargain
I'm talkin' bout Ripper, Michael, if you're arm shit
Hike shit, blow up or mic shit
You mic it, beat the fuck up and bro
A day like when the night stick
To the British, I'm Gandhi
To the Japanese, I'm an American pilot
Flying over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient, I'm the last inch of body
Sittin' away and for a cure for modern biology
Yo, now and now the ten of these fat artists is garbage
Spindless, prideless, niggas is harmless
Yo, I came to see that hip hop is never tarnished
So I
The wop is the wop is the wop
Yeah, yeah
Jack the wop, okay?
Okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, me verse you and you know they pickin'
Cheap and expensive, you know it's a difference
You know that it's hate and you know what it's giving
Nails, bear, I could survive in the coldest conditions
Horses very long, they towing, they spinning
Businesses, wash, soap in the dishes
I fly pressure like war constrictors
School bitch, old bitch, new bitch, none of y'all bitches
Not gon' do shit
I'm in Miami, I pull up on cruise ship
You in Miami for old school room shit
When I step and stampede, put on neck, can't breathe
Lucky charm, then cleave, diamonds on my teeth
I stand my eyes, slinking up, I'm like what in the fuck
If you scared, then just say that ho, enough is enough
They was just in my DMs, they no trust in these sluts
I'm about to call a diamond bitch, nub
If you out, out, out, out, out, I'm slinking up
I'm like what in the fuck
If you scared, then just say that ho, enough is enough
They was just in my DMs, they no trust in these sluts
I'm about to call a diamond bitch, nub
If you out, I'm like ooh job, cool down
Too hot, too wild, mood clear, new style
How you fuck with me?
Girl, give me one shine, I'm raising the glass
Give me two shots, I'm shaking this ass
Give me three shots, and I'm ready to fuck
Five more shots, I be ready to splash
Who me so I gotta pop it, I'm standing on business
I'm ready to body, bitch be talkin'
I be big in their pockets
Girl, tell me about it
I'm litty, I'm pretty, I'm runnin' the city
I'm shittin' on business and never gonna palm this
Ass have your dick like peanut butter
Bitches, jelly or body
They're a lot of winning, a lot of score
Cardi broughtin', Cardi tore it
These bitches so losers, what?
They can't do what's not important
Look, hey, I'm getting better and betterer
I do not see no competitors
You know they gang hit that pussy
Said it was regular, they like to see me
Fighting, can see me if I see
Can see me with money, these bitches is bugging
Either these bitches blind or I'm invisible
Bitch can see me at night
When I have power, stand, pee, put on neck
Can't breathe, lucky charm, dang cleave
Diamonds on my teeth
I see my eyes, link it up
I'm like, what in the fuck
If you scared, then just say that ho
Enough is enough, they was just in my DMs
Say no trust, think these sluts
I'm about to call up diamond, bitch
Nug, if you are, I, I, I, I
I'm slinking up
I'm like, what in the fuck
If you scared, then just say that ho
Enough is enough, they was just in my DMs
Say no trust, think these sluts
I'm about to call up diamond, bitch
Nug, if you are
Man, it's a struggle
Gotta get it how you can get it
Need it how you live nigga
Wiggling, mad at the game
After the millions, I'm trapping the gear
Wiggling, fresh out the pen
For short the light and the bends
Yeah, them stock rims, wiggling
I'm alone on the block, I always swear around cops
Know who the server, who not
Wiggling, if not crystals
Drop, all my exotics top
Got switches on all my glass
Wiggling, I got a big money scheme
Bigger than Gatorade
My motto was take G's, place keys
And bake keys, hold the beat
Straight beats, never stop when they say freeze
They spreading nests for my ankles
But I fought for full discovery
Pick 12, then I spank them
Don't make dollars, don't make sense
Rather be broke than be a mark-ass nitch
I just fuck with the type of niggas that ride on the law
Pistol, pop-off, providers for the law
Fuck Microsoft, Michael Wager when it's raw
Transport it on the law, and the bumpers are the fall
If I see that ghetto hog, you hear the bazooka spit
I'm too hard to chalk it up in the band to shit
The band don't hit licks, never trick on a bitch
Off the hook like a fish, like snot, a nigga's a slink
Wiggling, battle it again
After the millions, I'm trapped again
Wiggling, we back to back in the bends
It's really dead before they sign to have the crack on my knee
Wiggling, I'm talking validated gang ties
Since YAHOI tied the killin' die behind these gang signs
Wiggling, U.S. and YG, where you mainline
Glicky with extensions on that thing, having hang time
Wiggling, hey, Briev on me got the same line
Get a nigga corner back, blitz over FaceTime
Straight slump, I wear it well by no sprite
They want 45 a brick, but we ain't wearin' about the price
No connects for the ice, these 50-pointed baby real
Children of the slums, we was on them corners, manie
If he ain't takin' trips, then endorse us with the Yankees
Half the hood, bulletin' but my pushin' of it
Brazy on B-Team, lookin' like his bristens with these red
And these green beams, Resonant, Peckable
That's somethin' that I keep clean
Mando, night is in the bandos
Sendin' dope fiends to Big Five for that M.O.
Suckers ain't gon' tell you about that business that we stand on
They know it up, champagne bottles let them know it's us
Fella, if you let me tell it, head over, they roll me up
PSI, platinum, welcome home to the homie blood
Wiggling, mad at the gang, actin' the men
So I'm trapped in the gang, Wiggling
We back and back in the band, it's really debt, befuckin' signed
I had to crack on my knee, Wiggling
I'm talkin' validated gangtides since you a' high-tied
To kill and die behind these gang signs, Wiggling
You askin' why or you main line, Wiggie with extensions on that thing
Having hang time, Wiggling
Hey, breathe on me, got the same line
Get a nigga corner back, blitz, throw a FaceTime
Hey, breathe on me, get a nigga corner back, blitz, throw a FaceTime
Jack the Ripper
Roll call, with my roll dog, roll call
I got the snowballs, I got the popsicles for the low-haul call
I got big chopsticks to pee the road and loss
Big beads with a whoopset, got a chain cland-rag on the new strap
Red Rolly Face with the red stones, and his red 580 with a red ball
Red one with the red spokes on the dinosaur, billy corners chunkin' lanes up doing braze
Baby, on my breath, they sayin' she a blue rag
But she want a blood drop with a lot of blue cash
Flank gang, tell these niggas what you really bleak
Know exactly what I'm on when I chuck it up
High takin' out the left, fuel real blood
Can't get them boys the keys, they gon' fuck it up
Pillar but the rosebowl, hop out the red rose, hate the tow red clothes
Lil bro, don't roll there, I'm a dog, beware, stay safe and dangerous like Pasadena bears
On them John Muir Mustang, rips really dang, Pitch ass bulldog slain up like lanes on the gang
I ain't never been jumped in, I was puttin' work here with Dima A and Dima D and Cadillac
Gucci, L, El Dorado, Terrainers, posted up on Raymond, back with Paybean was a baby
Mish Ray Ray, Rodney, smokin' snitches constantly, Pasadena talkin' it
Token on the chocolate, a E.T. quick five, 100 footers zipped, 20 footer down, 40 just for the stick
On the click, high pow, woof and get you shit, here to let them know that room still exists
Roll call, with my roll dog, whoa, whoa, I got the snowballs, I got the pop singles for the low hall call
I got plenty of chopsticks to pee the road and loss
Yeah, man, big bees with a wolf's ass, got a Che Klan rag on the new strap
Red Rolly face with the red stone and a red 580 with a red phone
And you know this, man
You're in the lab with DJ Jack the Ripper, blazing the airwaves, airwaves
Jack the Ripper
So much hate but I love that, act funny, I'ma give it right back, bro
I mean right back, right back, I'm like a sordny, she gon' need a ice pack, yikes
Black leather with the calm spikes, with the baddie on the back of a motorbike
Kinda baddie in a jeans shaggin' that we like, if she on your love brought you home last night
A little sum sometimes a tour big fight, then we end up making love all through the night
Nice, I'm the tiger with a new stripe, I can do anything, just call me Mike
The greatest, pick one cause they all like, I have to be number one, that's the appetite
In control of my own life, I choose love over hate, that's what I feel like
Yeah, show me what I love at, yeah, show me what I love at
Yeah, show me what I love at, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bro
Yeah, show me what I love at, yeah, show me what I love at
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bro
One like the man, one like the man, one like the man
You can't, you're creating where they're so bad
Yack the whip up, whip up, whip up
I don't need a man
And you know it's bad, man
One last time, baby, when you love bad
Always in the end, love will win
Relationships from the past, count on one hand
I'm a one-woman ladies man
I'm the spice that's added to the frying pan, yeah
And I love to watch you when you dance
Something special that you're doing, doing to your man
Something special that you really can't tell your friend
It's the love that you really don't wanna end
Yes, show me that you comprehend
That your man keeps stacking the rubber bands
I'm in supply in the man, girl, yeah
I can be your number one fan
Just as long as we stay friends
I've been found to make love to make love again
Even when hope and faith love is the greatest man
Remember love always wins in the very end
Show me where the love at
I know we got our problems in question, we fight
But you're the one I want at the end of the night So can we put aside our egos or pride
To find, to find the love
Oh you're right to lie, you're right to marry the love
I want you crazy, you're crazy to love
So baby, you're not alone with me, I'm giving my back
It's the simple aspect, baby, when you love me
You're the one I want at the end of the night
So can we put aside our egos or pride
You're right to love me, I'm giving my back
So baby, you're not alone with me, I'm giving my back
You're the one I want at the end of the night
So can we put aside our egos or pride
You're the one I want at the end of the night
So can we put aside our egos or pride
You're the one I want at the end of the night
So can we put aside our egos or pride
You're the one I want at the end of the night
So can we put aside our egos or pride
You're the one I want at the end of the night