Goddamn
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
Now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
Goddamn, bitches don't eat
Banging don't sleep, This BDE
Banging dimes every day
Beats die every day
Brick and dope everything
Broke don't entertain
Like I'm scuba fucking diving
Got the Ruger and I'm rocking
Man you knew this dude got knockers
Got me grooving like Chewbacca
Like I'm Scooby fucking Doo
Whoopty fuckin woo
This just dishonorable
Might go Nirvana boo
Gripping hooters and the knockers
Going stupid with the choppers
Get the noodles and the pasta
Got me booming like Baraka
Got Glocks and nines, might pop ya spine
What the chalk defined, yo pop behind
When I jot, my mind, goes beneath the lines
It creeps inside, then release the vibes
This beat is mine, come peep the line
Ya bitch is fine, might creep behind
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah,
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
Goddamn, I'm the man
Got the can, now I'm aiming for the plan
Got the heat, Now I'm about to creep
Up in the Jeep, discreet, ain't seen in weeks
What am I saying
Y'all think I'm playing?
Got em all day
Did the wrong thangs
Got em all praying, what It do da day
Watch what you say, days spent in LA
Cause I rhyme when I'm itched
And I'm climbing this shit
Tryna grind til I'm rich
And I'm grinding this bitch
Grip mines on the hip
Then power this shit
Tryna cope with the drip
Sniffing coke in this shit
It's potent as shit
Ain't impotence I'm blissed
Feel important as shit
They absorbing this shit
Tryna fork in this shit
Then pork in this shit
The assortment is sick
Tryna orbit em quick
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
Now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
I'm a master, no Bs man
Could spit it faster, no VS man
But I'd rather, slowly step, man
Like I'm Mathers, holy pen, man
But you, lowly kin, provoke me and
As I slowly, sin, with my homies and
I get it popping
Dirty work, Dennis Rodman
It ain't a problem
Got the can it can solve em
On Gawd!
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
Now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
Goddamn, bitches don't eat
Banging don't sleep, This BDE
Banging dimes every day
Beats die every day
Brick and dope everything
Broke don't entertain
Like I'm scuba fucking diving
Got the Ruger and I'm rocking
Man you knew this dude got knockers
Got me grooving like Chewbacca
Like I'm Scooby fucking Doo
Whoopty fuckin woo
This just dishonorable
Might go Nirvana boo
Gripping hooters and the knockers
Going stupid with the choppers
Get the noodles and the pasta
Got me booming like Baraka
Got Glocks and nines, might pop ya spine
What the chalk defined, yo pop behind
When I jot, my mind, goes beneath the lines
It creeps inside, then release the vibes
This beat is mine, come peep the line
Ya bitch is fine, might creep behind
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah,
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
Goddamn, I'm the man
Got the can, now I'm aiming for the plan
Got the heat, Now I'm about to creep
Up in the Jeep, discreet, ain't seen in weeks
What am I saying
Y'all think I'm playing?
Got em all day
Did the wrong thangs
Got em all praying, what It do da day
Watch what you say, days spent in LA
Cause I rhyme when I'm itched
And I'm climbing this shit
Tryna grind til I'm rich
And I'm grinding this bitch
Grip mines on the hip
Then power this shit
Tryna cope with the drip
Sniffing coke in this shit
It's potent as shit
Ain't impotence I'm blissed
Feel important as shit
They absorbing this shit
Tryna fork in this shit
Then pork in this shit
The assortment is sick
Tryna orbit em quick
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
Now they see me taking shots
Man I'm so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah
This feels amazing
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that's an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn!
I'm a master, no Bs man
Could spit it faster, no VS man
But I'd rather, slowly step, man
Like I'm Mathers, holy pen, man
But you, lowly kin, provoke me and
As I slowly, sin, with my homies and
I get it popping
Dirty work, Dennis Rodman
It ain't a problem
Got the can it can solve em
On Gawd!
Credits
Writer(s): Abdulaziz Alzayed
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