Judo Chop
Y-Y- You Know
Pockets sumo
You get judo chopped
Clock is ticking to my funeral
Suicide doors
My newest ride
Nice heat
Even white people even like me
Martin Luther Tion
Just the crew and I
Unified
Tupac riverside
To hard to decide
Let them live or die
My hood shooting like it's movie time
All we hear is sirens
It's wild
Hit the booth and cry out
Make a song that's timeless
Bum's out on the corner
They're there to remind us
When I open eyes I decided that I got to grind it
Sorry
You hate your 9 to 5
It ain't no fault of mine
Your mistakes can help you shine
Ima take this 40 ounce straight to the face and pour it out
For my homies in the grave
And all the fakes we sort them out
And lil mama only faithful to the steaks at Porterhouse
The estates, a chain, a foreign
It's a basic trait of boring
Let it spray
To the grave
By the state
That's a hate crime
Lace front my bae
Tat my name
So I can't die
Nigga's screaming gang
Keep it aimed
On the safe side
Miss me with the games
On a chase
Filling safes
What'd you say
Mary jane
Alize
For the grey skies
Ain't finna change
Serving shake in a tank top
Stay with the flame
In the booth dropping napalm
State want a name guarantee ima stay silent
I got a bunch of problems throbbing in my noggin
I'm responsible for slaughter
Got the rap game by the collar
Ain't ashamed about it
I know some irishmen that's painting houses
I formed alliance with some lion's and divide it for the greatest power
Yeah
Uh
Rap game crazy about me
Pray for me
Nigga's say it's all love I can see the hate around you
All of them talkative but none of them are competition
Start a problem solving it
Brought it where your mama live
Broken bones and cartilage
Fatherless
Project babies
I can spot a counterfeit
Lil homie bought himself a glizzy he ain't got no tolerance
I know who ride with me
When it's time to fire lithium
Pop fly
Hit me up
Outside with it
I need top dollar
Cause I know that my time ticking
When I drop product
It sell like Popeye's chicken
Top five in it
Heart throb and I keep the cop cars distant
Shots fired outside
Let it spray
To the grave
By the state
That's a hate crime
Lace front my bae
Tat my name
So I can't die
Nigga's screaming gang
Keep it aimed
On the safe side
Miss me with the games
On a chase
Filling safes
What'd you say
Mary jane
Alize
For the grey skies
Ain't finna change
Serving shake in a tank top
Stay with the flame
In the booth dropping napalm
State want a name guarantee ima stay silent
Pockets sumo
You get judo chopped
Clock is ticking to my funeral
Suicide doors
My newest ride
Nice heat
Even white people even like me
Martin Luther Tion
Just the crew and I
Unified
Tupac riverside
To hard to decide
Let them live or die
My hood shooting like it's movie time
All we hear is sirens
It's wild
Hit the booth and cry out
Make a song that's timeless
Bum's out on the corner
They're there to remind us
When I open eyes I decided that I got to grind it
Sorry
You hate your 9 to 5
It ain't no fault of mine
Your mistakes can help you shine
Ima take this 40 ounce straight to the face and pour it out
For my homies in the grave
And all the fakes we sort them out
And lil mama only faithful to the steaks at Porterhouse
The estates, a chain, a foreign
It's a basic trait of boring
Let it spray
To the grave
By the state
That's a hate crime
Lace front my bae
Tat my name
So I can't die
Nigga's screaming gang
Keep it aimed
On the safe side
Miss me with the games
On a chase
Filling safes
What'd you say
Mary jane
Alize
For the grey skies
Ain't finna change
Serving shake in a tank top
Stay with the flame
In the booth dropping napalm
State want a name guarantee ima stay silent
I got a bunch of problems throbbing in my noggin
I'm responsible for slaughter
Got the rap game by the collar
Ain't ashamed about it
I know some irishmen that's painting houses
I formed alliance with some lion's and divide it for the greatest power
Yeah
Uh
Rap game crazy about me
Pray for me
Nigga's say it's all love I can see the hate around you
All of them talkative but none of them are competition
Start a problem solving it
Brought it where your mama live
Broken bones and cartilage
Fatherless
Project babies
I can spot a counterfeit
Lil homie bought himself a glizzy he ain't got no tolerance
I know who ride with me
When it's time to fire lithium
Pop fly
Hit me up
Outside with it
I need top dollar
Cause I know that my time ticking
When I drop product
It sell like Popeye's chicken
Top five in it
Heart throb and I keep the cop cars distant
Shots fired outside
Let it spray
To the grave
By the state
That's a hate crime
Lace front my bae
Tat my name
So I can't die
Nigga's screaming gang
Keep it aimed
On the safe side
Miss me with the games
On a chase
Filling safes
What'd you say
Mary jane
Alize
For the grey skies
Ain't finna change
Serving shake in a tank top
Stay with the flame
In the booth dropping napalm
State want a name guarantee ima stay silent
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