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Oh shit look who it is Crip'n gorilla, if you don't better go figure, make your bones shiver, go gettas Like 454 and them co gang'n Kulipi a le mea with my toko's anywhere manners The flow make's you wanna burn something up twice And straight after the 2nd we rolling up thrice Now follow me follow me follow me through these west side streets Don't fuck around with my family cause you might rip (Oh-shit) Cuz all praise to the most The USO made it out the field without turning to a ghost No doubt ma HITTA, it was hell ma HITTA Could've fucked around and got smashed by the reaper (Oh) Maybe i got lucky real fast homie Or i guess god had, different plans for me Either way i'm out free with my kids So give a fuck what you be trippn bout bitch, on the man I'm like a chopper when CLAP CLAP semi automatic I'ma fit it till you snap back difficult to manage I'm a eagle to you chicken backs, check the facts Entrepreneur cuhzn all black Roll something and get high and i ain't talking bout kilos My weed on super fly sativa X super hero Lord knows i try hard that's why he bless me with C notes Ain't no need to defy i'm known by all my people Fakers tryna kill shine the realer know we ain't equal Product of my environment all ma hittaz on beast mode Give a damn if you don't fuck with me (Im'a straight ryder) Cause all the realist in the game they all got love for me At-least i know the realist TOKOUSO fukxx wit me Mighty S gang to the E walking round this mother fucker saying ya know me Like my lil brother YB never above low you beside me Big cuhzo made in 93 I'ma monster Beast mode on that ass Don't ever try spark something you cant finish off man We stay loyal to the code Drink henny heavily The last hater trippn couldn't keep that same energy Fucking TEN points for griffindor Look at em looking lost tryna figure out the metaphor I'm different in so many ways Lacking vision you couldn't see beyond minimum wage I cant relate to your subliminal ways and fictional plays You pussy's straight for days And we don't entertain the nonsense I'm actually picking up books to create my own blue print And lately iv been taking notes for this shit Cause i'm not tryna wait for miracles n hope for the best When your nights get lonely (Nights get lonely) And when your nights get cold (Night gets cold) And when the rain starts pouring (Rain starts pouring) And when your man ain't home (Man ain't home)
Writer(s): Bob Lole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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