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Man's the nicest Old school nigga that bangs devices She's telling me I've got handsomitis And thanks for the invite, man's delighted Got the gangster license You can get in cheap, those handsome prices They will never know just how gangster life is Like little young niggas holding shanks in ISIS Yeah, man's finished You think it's all funny till a man's in it Them niggas locked down got you on the phone And you ain't tryna waste up all a man's minutes And niggas banging out, moving mad silly I 'member feeling pissed when they bagged Jimmy The amount of times I've seen my friends Laying on the floor, dead, chills, mad chilly So I clank some glasses Cause, man's still standing here thanks to Marcus And, man ain't like all these wank-dead artists Cause to get where they got, they had to spank some arses Man just get up and a man just marches Man just set up and a man surpasses Man pear tree it so I brang the partridge Wanted jewels from the garden so ran to Clarky's They already know, man's in it I bag shh and I bag thingy Fat philly, had to drop it out Couldn't have my little son like "dad, bring me" Sad singing MAC ringing and the strap spinning I'm back, billing round the back, chilling I go hard on the wack grilling The stretched arms for the fat bringing It gets dark when the MAC's swinging The crack breddas and the cat women But rap's got me round the back swimming It's that nigga, nigga, rap's in him Tap niggas out and back pin him Get your figures out and back bend it Stick your finger out and man, sing it The last ones left Always kept it real, that's why the rats are vexed Always kept the steel in case they have to step And straight back out the ting and put a cat to rest [?] love us because we rap the best And they know that man are trill the way we get mad respect If a nigga violates and the phone not connect To bring the tech ATAC separate his head from his neck, listen They already know my ting Roll to the club in my tracksuit Babes I don't need to act like a bad yute I'm the underground voice of the black youth You carry firearms man are strapped yutes Told the plug that I made for this I took a whole one I didn't pay for it Next summer I need 80 bricks Treating 2016 like its '86 Far from perfect I even tried work once now I work it Hella real niggas in my circuit I know 2 man ready for a burstin' Peng tings call me J The bro n em just call me gang The OGs see me and they show me love Cuh they know I've been trill since the pram I'm eating black peas Will.I.Am Spending quality time with the fam Real G's do what they want and they have to Halfway crooks only do what they can Missing on my darg got a few in the can I smoke amm and I'm a new different man I high on juice while you were sipping juice out a can I bought a 4s but used to share a deuce with my man Shout H for the link up This some shit they couldn't think of My man never leave it at home He ain't sipping no yak like why you came to the drink up My girl got a big butt And big lips she can lip lock I tell her she the shit but I'm still smashing other chicks in my flip flops Mummy used to send me Kwik Save My PayPal just saw a big change I'm about to get my own kicks made My brodees pull up in the big Range I switch flows like a switch blade I'm a wild one straight out the Southside Niggas got fat while I starved now it's our time I take my job serious it's never part time The last ones left Always kept it real, that's why the rats are vexed Always kept the steel in case they have to step And straight back out the ting and put a cat to rest [?] love us because we rap the best And they know that man are trill the way we get mad respect If a nigga violates and a phone not connect To bring the tech ATAC separate his head from his neck Listen they already know my ting Look, we buy both let me clock tings The MAC-10's filled up with hallows Especially have some tef on your chest before you're shut, cause a mad ting You fucking with some vets another type to pull your pack down We need a new spot to put the TEC down From Toxteth to Pantown Real niggas get down I run up on a nigga spray him from his head to neck down Nigga get down
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Jeffrey Stephen Russell, Olujimi Oladipupo Alao Aseru, Daniel Lee Collins, Aaron Thomas Greenwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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