Do iT for V
Baaad, Yea, Aon, Bamm Muzik M KEYZ
Mo days in front of me, then what's behind, fuck what you choose to think
Money all around and its armored like I move wit Brinks
Gotta watch who's in yo circle, cuz they'll get you when you choose to blink
My folks they thru me in, I learned to swim,It's like you choose to sink
Two thangs you gon get, is ah chance and a choice
I took ah chance wit my choice, den blew some change on ah Porsche
You hear dis pain in my voice, It left a stain but course
Ah bad bitch, tryna suck away my pain in da Porsche, Oh boy
Gotta admit, dis shits amazing, blazing
Courtside Louie V, trainers busting Virgil made em
Ah lotta nigkas love em, but they acting like they hate em
King Jaffee Joffer, on your knees you should thank him
Royal penis is clean, they way yall on my dick
Fresh all the way to my spleen, the way I drop that drip
I told the bitch, I aint tryna run no game I spit
Den told the bitch, this is really jus free game punk bitch
Den showed the bitch, if ah nigka really aim I dont miss
Load it and cock it, bolt action and twist
It's all ah flick of the wrist
I love ah bitch wit ah lisp
Im too player to diss
But go too far, I'll burn ya ass to ah crisp
I like my lettuce to crisp, fettuccine ass well
Im doing well, living well, shout out my nigkas in cells
One day we'll all be free, eating pasta and shells, until then
I'll make sure to send you money and mail
I put the money on wire, neva ah liar, been ah real nigka
Known to dress fresh, way fresher than Tommy Hilfiger
Rest in power Virgil, Cancer taking all the real nigkas
We never met in person,but in spirit dawg was like my real nigka
Identify wit those who try to put folks on
Really dominating the game, and still fuck wit yo own, that's real
Imagine Nip being kilt by his own, that's ill, It damn near always be yo own, and still
I cant neva leave home wit out phone, dawg wherever I roam
I gotta answer that phone, I gotta make it back home
Kids be my heartbeat, ah blessing ya know
I gotta be the best daddy and its effortless yo
I told em dawg,I got the recipe yo
And still get across the boarder, like the mexicans yo
But ain't no time to place no orders, not whats next for me yo
Gotta change my ways for they deaden me bro
My future bright, lights
But remind you of ah tanker dawg the way I move diesel
Constituents in the hood, support me like ah easel
I love ground zero, on the real then my ppl
Loyal mothafuckas, all you nigkas really see thru
Shout out to the fam E Fezo, you got this shit dawg
Stand up nigka, real people, Im praying for yall
Jus keep ya head dawg,y'all see thru the fog
Stay positive and productive, you'll persevere thou it all
Keep calm and stay constructive you'll penetrate thru the walls
If united mane we stand, ain't on way we can fall
You need me, I'll lend ah hand,don't hesitate make the call
When real nigkas stick together, it's worth grabbing ah balls, that's camaraderie
No fugazy inside of me, all you fake nigkas I read eyes, no point saying hi to me
Mount Rushmore of Trill nigkas, at the Top I gotta be
I put on when I was broke mane, the hood been proud of me, I'se ah hood baby
Legend in my hood, don't gotta speak its understood baby
Riding round, sitting on leather and gripping wood baby
Gotta put on for my lil baby, I gotta stay focused, Gotta make sure that we good baby
We good baby
Mo days in front of me, then what's behind, fuck what you choose to think
Money all around and its armored like I move wit Brinks
Gotta watch who's in yo circle, cuz they'll get you when you choose to blink
My folks they thru me in, I learned to swim,It's like you choose to sink
Two thangs you gon get, is ah chance and a choice
I took ah chance wit my choice, den blew some change on ah Porsche
You hear dis pain in my voice, It left a stain but course
Ah bad bitch, tryna suck away my pain in da Porsche, Oh boy
Gotta admit, dis shits amazing, blazing
Courtside Louie V, trainers busting Virgil made em
Ah lotta nigkas love em, but they acting like they hate em
King Jaffee Joffer, on your knees you should thank him
Royal penis is clean, they way yall on my dick
Fresh all the way to my spleen, the way I drop that drip
I told the bitch, I aint tryna run no game I spit
Den told the bitch, this is really jus free game punk bitch
Den showed the bitch, if ah nigka really aim I dont miss
Load it and cock it, bolt action and twist
It's all ah flick of the wrist
I love ah bitch wit ah lisp
Im too player to diss
But go too far, I'll burn ya ass to ah crisp
I like my lettuce to crisp, fettuccine ass well
Im doing well, living well, shout out my nigkas in cells
One day we'll all be free, eating pasta and shells, until then
I'll make sure to send you money and mail
I put the money on wire, neva ah liar, been ah real nigka
Known to dress fresh, way fresher than Tommy Hilfiger
Rest in power Virgil, Cancer taking all the real nigkas
We never met in person,but in spirit dawg was like my real nigka
Identify wit those who try to put folks on
Really dominating the game, and still fuck wit yo own, that's real
Imagine Nip being kilt by his own, that's ill, It damn near always be yo own, and still
I cant neva leave home wit out phone, dawg wherever I roam
I gotta answer that phone, I gotta make it back home
Kids be my heartbeat, ah blessing ya know
I gotta be the best daddy and its effortless yo
I told em dawg,I got the recipe yo
And still get across the boarder, like the mexicans yo
But ain't no time to place no orders, not whats next for me yo
Gotta change my ways for they deaden me bro
My future bright, lights
But remind you of ah tanker dawg the way I move diesel
Constituents in the hood, support me like ah easel
I love ground zero, on the real then my ppl
Loyal mothafuckas, all you nigkas really see thru
Shout out to the fam E Fezo, you got this shit dawg
Stand up nigka, real people, Im praying for yall
Jus keep ya head dawg,y'all see thru the fog
Stay positive and productive, you'll persevere thou it all
Keep calm and stay constructive you'll penetrate thru the walls
If united mane we stand, ain't on way we can fall
You need me, I'll lend ah hand,don't hesitate make the call
When real nigkas stick together, it's worth grabbing ah balls, that's camaraderie
No fugazy inside of me, all you fake nigkas I read eyes, no point saying hi to me
Mount Rushmore of Trill nigkas, at the Top I gotta be
I put on when I was broke mane, the hood been proud of me, I'se ah hood baby
Legend in my hood, don't gotta speak its understood baby
Riding round, sitting on leather and gripping wood baby
Gotta put on for my lil baby, I gotta stay focused, Gotta make sure that we good baby
We good baby
Credits
Writer(s): Marquis Youngstein Sr
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