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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Raw Forever"


Before I step out I get freshly cleaned up, looking like a lot of Prezzies
Coupe with the Swagbox, let the Ginny pop
One in your derrieres, nigga very scared
Of the repercussions, you're reaction at that bullshit they trying to pull
I'm laughing, I'm so high as fuck, feels like I'm in space
Cause my airplane get up and get me there safe
For the money I bounce around the Earth
A few hundred thousand put me straight for the summer
A few more of those and my balance looking nice
Make a phone call to Dutch, tell him "Meet me at the lab"
It's time...

Great music, good drink
Strong smoke, pretty hoes, big bank
I'm living this life forever

Great music, good drink
Strong smoke, pretty hoes, big bank
I'm living this life forever
(I'm living life forever)
Black bandana, all tatted up
I don't need jewelry, my presence enough
Yeah we're bad as fuck, living this life forever (and ever, and ever, and ever)

Before I brag about it, I really got it
I really do it, I really shot it
So-called thugs are talking that tough shit
You wouldn't kill a verse, stop it (you bugging)
O.P.P. bad bitches on deck
She wanna fuck, I give her all of this infamous
New York dopeness I'm crispy and flee
You can still see the crease on my Armani tee
Wrist game serious, sitting on the train
A couple stops I'm a New Yorker, I do things
When Un Pac get home, we turning more up
Get your dumbass hit, you're blocking the tour bus
And we're burning all of this Caprice good shit
Living our dreams, infamous war bucks
All of this blood money, every slice in my pocket
Every bill in the country, now check it...

Great music, good drink
Strong smoke, pretty hoes, big bank
I'm living this life forever

Great music, good drink
Strong smoke, pretty hoes, big bank
I'm living this life forever
(I'm living life forever)
Black bandana, all tatted up
I don't need jewelry, my presence enough
Yeah we're bad as fuck, living this life forever (and ever, and ever, and ever)

Damn, there ain't no loyalty... fuck am I supposed to do?
I got a name-brand to uphold, and make moves
I gotta go super hard, stay stupid fresh
Stay away from dumb niggas, they just make a mess
Keep you're books clean, nigga pay the I.R.S
That's how keep your house? That's how your life is
That's how you keep your car clean? You just nasty
Get your shit together, holla' back at me
In another 300, 000 days, in other words
Please stay the fuck from out my face
Provoking me to turn into a monster
You're pushing into a corner, you know what's gonna occur

And I'll be sitting in the chopper blowing hella smoke
I can see far ahead like the telescope
I knew this day would come, my revelation told
Keep the thing real close, cause you never know
Keep the thing real close, cause you never know
I keep the thing real close, cause you never know...
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Ray Mysterio"
(feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)



[Westside Gunn:]
Ayy yo (Brrr)
Ayy yo, ayy yo, ayy yo, ayy yo (Ayy yo, ayy yo)
(Brrr)
Luxurious fly shit (Brrr)
Ayy yo (Ayy yo)

Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s
The pump's in the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach
Coke look bleach, a posse of folks by the scene
Bust and duck, take a shit, stink (Shit stink, nigga)
Same night off for a week
Off-White collab, the MAC hangin' out the Lambo Jeep (Brrr)
If you slip, I better catch yo' ass
Get you 32 real fast (Real fast)
My nigga this Hall and Nash
The imperial
Everything we shoot got no serials
This fly shit through your stereos
Coupe flip like Ray Mysterio (Now Listen)
You fuck niggas don't hear me though
This that Fashion Avenue flow
Get it like tuna and blow it then we blow
They can't do nothin' but respect us (Ow! Ow! Ow!)
Man listen, we got EmpresSil

[Conway:]
Tie it to the blood clot (Betta watch yo' head)
Look, nigga rappin' that's half as ill that can match the skill that's half as real
Niggas be sayin "Con you have to chill"
'Cause I be spazzin' still, I swear these sucka niggas weird
Rap is good, but I will clap 'em still and fuck up my career
I ain't worried 'bout a jail, don't give a fuck about them years
Wild until I get the needle or I fuckin' get the chair
You got a blicky, but you pussy niggas bust it out of fear
My shooter in fatigues, shawty like me huntin' for a deal, yeah (Boom, boom)
Run down on you and fire twice
The bullet wound lookin' like a lion bite
Bullets lookin' like a half a stick of dynamite
I was buyin' guns when you other niggas was buyin' Nikes
Rhymer likes Esco when the '90s flow raw as a line of white
I beat your favorite rapper with an iron pipe (Okay)
In the winter, fly to LA, where the climate right
Fuckin' the kinda hoes you'll never fuck in your entire life (Hahaha)
Versace belt just to tuck the ratchet (Uh-huh)
You can smell the piss on them bricks before I bust the plastic (Okay)
Shooters lurkin' for you, they in fuckin' traffic (They lurkin')
They won't rest until they put you in a fuckin' casket, ugh! (Brrr)

[Outro:]
You had to really, really do something to get killed
Let's take it right on on
You said good for what?
Bottom line (Bottom line)
Word up
It's a whole different world
The fuck is that?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
[?]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Reppin' ALC"


A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
Check the resume, the record is long
A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist

We give 'em what they want, cause that's what they want
Who's stoppin us, we cut 'em in half cause they front
And niggas get a lump if that's what they want
For thinkin I'm a chump cause that's what they want
But I just want shorty to back that thang up
I'm reppin A-L-C and I back that gang up
Money is the power I step that change up
I took a little break now I'm back the game's up

You better check your files...
A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
"It's like a scientist"
"It's like a scientist"
A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist

We give 'em what they want, cause that's what they want
Who's stoppin us, we cut 'em in half cause they front
And niggas get a lump if that's what they want
For thinkin I'm a chump cause that's what they want
But I just want shorty to back that thang up
I'm reppin A-L-C and I back that gang up
Money is the power I step that change up
I took a little break now I'm back the game's up

I don't holla I scream, 'bout to get mine in due time
Don't shine I gleam and I don't smoke I steam
I don't walk down the block I creep
I don't go in, I go deep - and I don't jump I leap
I don't smoke piff I only smoke diesel and kush
I don't hang around nice guys, only creeps and crooks
Look, it's me, live in the flesh, so pump yo' brakelights
And I'mma give you a second to get your face right
While you lookin like you smellin shit, that's the blitz
I don't sell wolf tickets, I sell hits
I used to take small sips, now I down fifths
Feelin like a pit boss how I count chips
I got a hefty stack, don't try to test me Jack
I go to war no matter how much it'll set me back
Beats is expensive and money is power
If you're not one of ours you'll just run with them cowards

We give 'em what they want, cause that's what they want
Who's stoppin us, we cut 'em in half cause they front
And niggas get a lump if that's what they want
For thinkin I'm a chump cause that's what they want
But I just want shorty to back that thang up
I'm reppin A-L-C and I back that gang up
Money is the power I step that change up
I took a little break now I'm back the game's up

[*explosion*]
A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
You better check your files...
"It's like a scientist" (A-L-C)
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Respect My Gangster"
(feat. Prodigy)



[The Alchemist (Prodigy):]
Gangster... gangsta... respect my gangster
Yeah, respect my gangsta
Yeah yeah yeah, respect my gangster
(We duffin', we bustin', you know that it's on)
Gangster (Either or, we gon' lock horns)
Respect my gangster
(We bustin', we duffin', you know that it's on)

[The Alchemist:]
Yeah, respect my gangster, 'cause I ain't nothin' to play with
Yo, I walks that righteous path so I'm protected from danger
And I ain't runnin', I stay with
My clique when the shit gets thick (Why?) 'cause I'm a team player
And I ain't frontin', I'm laying it up
Down to the tape so quick you think I was the Speed Racer
As a percussion, I'm lacing 'em with the...
Yeah, yo, you can expect that flavor
Layers, the different ways to do the regular (That's right)
'Cause that's how I gets my paper
And I ain't stuntin', I'm making it
Look so simple but it's so complex, it gets deeper
Y'all gotta follow the footsteps
Watch, learn, and study the manuscripts
Drop, earn, and work with the fans you get

[The Alchemist (Prodigy):]
Respect my gangster... gangster
Respect my gangster... gangster
Yeah yeah yeah, respect my gangster
(We duffin', we bustin', you know that it's on)
Gangster (Either or, we gon' lock horns)
Respect my gangster
(We bustin', we duffin', you know that it's on)

[Prodigy:]
Yeah, yo, yo, nigga, hold mines
Is you stupid? We're a goldmine
You front on us, you get shot three or four times
On different occasions, I keep giving it to you
And save the death shot for last, it's beautiful
How I handle it, I'm not a menace
They ain't got a word for how I bring it
A little psychotic but that's an understatement
A little narcotics'll put me in a place where
I can get my mind off all of y'all fake shit
Just look at how we raised you, and still raising you
Y'all niggas are duh-dun-duh-dunts, you hear me on the news
It ain't 'cause loose shot (nah), ain't 'cause I'm stabbed
Word, they screamin' my name? I musta got bagged
And I ain't tryin' to say I can't get it
'Cause I'm a nigga in the midst of this shit where everybody could get wrapped
Niggas wanna see if my shit is easy to grab
Reaching on me is like reaching for God, so say your prayers

[The Alchemist (Prodigy):]
Respect my gangster... gangster
Respect my gangster... gangster
Yeah yeah yeah, respect my gangster
(We duffin', we bustin', you know that it's on)
Gangster (Either or, we gon' lock horns)
Respect my gangster
(We bustin', we duffin', you know that it's on)
 
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06.07.2010
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"Ride Out"
(performed with Agallah feat. The Alchemist)



[Agallah:]
R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out) R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out)

[Agallah & The Alchemist:]
This is off of the meters, this is off the chain
Al cook up the dope, I'ma bring him the 'caine
We just bring 'em the flame, and just bring 'em the pain
Cocked back, ready to aim (O.G.G.G.)
Yo, yeah, we rock and we roll
Yeah, we chop up the soul
Rappers need some of the dope, so they cop and they blow
But do I get the dough? You already know
(This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)
Yeah, we still runnin' the streets, don't fuck with a beast
Always roll with a fleet, always roll with a piece
You act up, yeah, these bullets is hotter than grease
When that Mac release (O.G.G.G.)
Yo, you looking for a wife, all my bitches are nymphos
Your CD's a Frisbee, throw your shit out the window
But bang your instrumental, yo, it's a fuckin' rental
(This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)

[Agallah:]
(We ride out) R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out) R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G

[Agallah & The Alchemist:]
Yo, it's simple, me and Al is the truth when we hop in the booth
They say he's Charlie Manson, then I'm Rae Carruth
Ain't shit pretty and cute, nigga, just give me the loot
Cock it off, spray and shoot (This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)
Up in the studio, we gettin' blown, we don't pick up the phone
At the sound of the tone, leave me the fuck alone
(For the fifth degree, hang up after the tone)
(This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)
Yes sir, I'm that nigga for life, fucking bitches and dykes
Copping Bentleys and ice, see me rolling the dice
See me rolling shiest, you piff, y'all paying the price
(This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)
Don't have to sell you nothin', my work is handled for me
Don't have to you nothin', it's self-explanatory
I ain't afraid of nothin', stay out my category
(This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G.)

[Agallah:]
(We ride out) R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out) R-I-D-E, we O-U-T
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out)
(We ride out)
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
(We ride out)
This is so gangsta, O.G.G.G
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Roman Candles"
(feat. Roc Marciano & Black Thought)



[Roc Marciano:]
Ugh, Hawaiian shorts shit, four-fifths, pour stick
Cut the dog's shit, fuck a whore, never course ship
Knocked a couple whores down, raw, never cause shit
Got a gorgeous dick, I was fortunate, you fraudulent
I got the formula, cop the 550 with the spoiler
Bitch I'm kinda spoiled like a four-year-old
Ugh, live in the flesh of real macaroni
My ring and Rollie's like "Ring a Ring o'Rosie"
Kill a Hossa, I'm realer than a river monster
To rock for my niggas, it's an honor
Recordin' life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your shit isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 911 with the fog lights
With the arm all I write, it's all white, well all right
The guns in the pawn tight
Beef is on sight, niggas didn't have the foresight
In Dior slippers, can't get caught slippin'
'Cause when it's on a click it be like "shoulda worn the Pippen's"
Rock the bucket like I'm fishin', who dissin' might come up missin'
Got a hundred bitches, grew up underprivileged
Old drama's never water under bridges
I still love the corners from a distance
Keep a pistol where my dick is, this shit is Bisquick
I don't fit in, I'm still a misfit

[Black Thought:]
Ugh, higher cause shit, floss shit
Triple black Maserati Sport skrtin' out the crib porch, yeah
Auction the Sotheby's, I bought a red portrait
The city of brotherlys an iron clad fortress
I'm at the orchestra, focus like Randolph and Mortimer
Talk in broken language like a foreigner
The one and only that's more holy than matrimony
I charge you and your homie when actin' phony
A real impostor, I'm deeper than the realest roster
Allah's my bodyguard, no Kevin Costner, ugh
Come get your life augmented, your image is schizophrenic
My memory, photogenic
Return of the prodigal-like, a periodical, methodical type
Game changer, call an audible like, well all right
Y'all niggas rappin' on hype
Ya temperament is the equivalent of soft light
Get caught trippin' and visit the mortician
Right with the shortlist of niggas who support snitchin'
I'm like ghetto Gastro up in the kitchen
And barking on this official, astrophysical mission
I broke the internet like an intermission
Raising the bar is like raising the partition
The messiah that stretch higher to catch fire
The empire of the motherfuckin' esquire
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Sand Castles"
(feat. Benny The Butcher & El Camino)



The window, just look outside, here at the hull...
Color stainless sinks...
(A boat with a boat on it, does that make sense
A boat on a boat
I said it's a boat inside of a boat
See that? It's a boat in a boat
Mailman, nigga, yeah
Almighty, nigga
Yeah, nigga, brrt, uh)

[Benny The Butcher:]
Say hello to the good guy, at least I used to be
On tour, shows looking like Woodstock, it's kinda new to me
All these sticks, got it like wood shop, I keep like two or three
Plus my bitch body in tip-top, I push the Masi' in flip flops
I run around with this big Glock
Drive through Cleveland with a brick, hit your town for a pitstop
You know that swish shot?
It make the same sound when my wrist lock
Back when y'all was piss pots
I had a fork in my hand, pulling powder out fish pots, you know me
I'm in Atlanta doing eighty down Grand National
Who you know that took a brick and made sand castles?
You owe the cartel that bread, they gon' kidnap you
We the same, you owe it to the game, we gon' head tap you
My yellow bitch pussy good, I call her red Snapple
Get it, that pussy so good, I get the head after
You was cool 'til I advanced past you
Now you food, but when I'm gone they gon' build schools and statues

[El Camino:]
I'm on a yacht twisting up weed, they on a jet ski
I play Cali, got P's and dope from Medellín
Everyday a different scheme
The streets full of bullshit, don't get caught between, the Benz cream
My wrist mean, Balenciaga on the boat, sold soap
When the rent was due and the work was slow, you know
But shit, the tables turn
When my youngin don't listen, I make him sit and learn
We played the curbs with the best work
I was on the steps first
But then I started cooking up, I learned to chef work
My time came and I was ready for it, uh
He tried to take my spot and I bled him for it, yo
El Camino 2, I hope y'all ready for it
I'm in a Porsche, way richer, I feel like Richard Porter
No roof on the coupe, my niggas train to shoot
They paid to shoot, so they gonna spray at you
Yo, I promise I won't play with you

(Does that look like a boat, you'd maybe think of, maybe?
You'd like to have a yacht like that?
You're gonna need some spare cash
Without being specific, Paul Ron Johnson said the cost is in the tens of millions...)

(My next dog need some red bones...
I went to the other yacht next door...)
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Saturday Night Special"


[Curren$y:]
Gold thangs on a bar of soap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladada-dada, dada, dada
Uh, yeah

And that Rolls Royce float
Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap
What's in every bar? Another motivational quote
While these niggas going through phases
I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement
This is preservation of the vibe
Never let them forget the time
Well they say you was a rapper
You fasho had to know how to rhyme
I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind
(Eases my mind)

It's a shame what they did to it
Now the rap just don't go that same route
When they take rawness away, just
Just they make it too pretty

I'm feelin' trapped on this revolvin' land mine
That could blow at any minute
Saturday night special with one bullet in the chamber
And six cylnders spinnin'
Russian Roulette, the American Dream could be your death
Or it could be everything

[Freddie Gibbs:]
It's M.O.B. everything
Back in '03 had Gucci seats, I put Gs on everything
Made matrimony with this game
I got cocaine when it rains
Them niggas taxin' for the nina
They want like ten and some change
I got my tears and my pain
I got my balls and my girl
And I ain't breakin' that shit for a nigga or bitch
That shit is absurd
I'm controversial with these verbs
Like Christopher Wallace with words
Felix Mitchell with birds
Malcolm X with the perm
Nigga

Freddie Gibbs; I heard the name, but I didn't know
Like, I didn't know how good he was
It was after the photoshoot
After I had already shook hands with him and met him
I told him this when I seen him again, too, out in LA
I was like, yo, I was like, yo, I ain't even know, like, you really good

Yeah
Bitch hit my line said she wanna go eat and drink and smoke and shit (Goofy bitch)
Before I hung up, I said call me when you want some dick
(Want some dick)
I'll never go broke in this game
I'll charge it on a bitch (Charge it on a bitch)
So, my family and my kids will never want for shit
Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss
Smokin' that dope on a daily
Fucked up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss
Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista
Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit
Even when niggas was broke
We made it look rich, bitch, I'ma optimist
My presence'll fuck up your confidence
Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant
Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers, slappin' these Poppadoc
RZA with the zippers, official men chop it off the block
Once I made an M, I ain't give a fuck if I popped a knot
And I can't swim, a nigga ain't never had dreams of coppin' yachts
But I kowabunga, servin' that pussy at a thousand knots
Rest in peace to Rup Tale Jesus, I need a billion bucks
Goon with the balloon, ain't no helium, but I sealed him up
Feel the rush
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Say My Name"


Out of touch niggas wanna shit my name
They lost touch with reality long before 2013
Look at me, I'm flyer than a bitch
And your hoe know, she respects my motherfucking dick
Young Alien told me: ''style on em P''
Then he passed me the chee, Alchemist threw on the beat
Let me tell you niggas something dope
Something you can bring it back like the cypher smoke
Gangsta hippie, I'm really on some cool shit
But you try to press me, I don't bullshit
It's gonna be bad, it's not gonna be fair
The fuck you take me for, some type of square?
Look I'm well aware that we are not the same
Polar oposites, I'm active, you a lame
I'm bout it, you ain't, nah, you ain't ready to ride, and hunt human beings
You're not a gambling man, you wouldn't risk your freedom

Say my name three times in the dark
I'll pop up in your bedroom, pop in on your broad
Say my name hoe, don't try to hold it in
R.I.P., he colder than the cold wind

Cut him like the Hulk
He bleeding like Jack Frost
My heart been a ice box since I could walk
All I know is pain, don't get me started bro
You know I'm dead serious you niggas living jokes
I get ghost, long before I hit folks
So I'll be out in Sweden, while you be here wheezing
Blood bubbleing from your nose, hard to breathe with
Bullets in your lungs and statements in your mouth
I be doing niggas favors, exposing rats
And goddamn, this the motherfucking thanks I get?
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need slugs
Lodged in your spinal columns, Roll you like drugs, And persian rugs
I won't even take your money or that rollie on your cuff
I stick to the script, and incinerate rubbish
Militant, I don't tolerate a lot of dumb shit

Say my name three times in the dark
I'll pop up in your bedroom, pop in on your broad
Say my name hoe, don't try to hold it in
R.I.P., he colder than the cold wind
 
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06.07.2010
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"Scottie Pippen"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs)



[Currensy]
Showing no signs of letting up
Still kick you in the head like I think
You on the verge of getting up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra commando
Deadly venom spitting, niggas just a salamander
I’m living the life worthy capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last lives was deaded
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin’
How I fuck them to sleep?
How I woke up out the building when I was finished
Keep it G, them niggas not original they muthafucking house of mirrors
Not quite the image, I’m on that Popeye spinach
Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square nigga
But now she trying something different
Windy City Bulls, mention the Nets, wool jackets and sweats, Scottie Pippens
My description, high of that fuzzy green prescription
Lying if I said that I isn’t
If you looking for that nigga: I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing

[Freddie Gibbs]
Reporting live from the devil’s pad
Breakfast here: two titties, two plus and a turkey bacon sandwich
2 seeds with eggs and bread jelly
My hoes they rarely pop that pussy,
They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis ’82 edition
Spotters body squatting on sixes?
Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes
Or washing drawers in the pen ?
I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in
Bail money on debt, come at my neck
Bless that boy cause that same place where him ? where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of piso?
Smacking as deep as needles
They runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the eagles
Randell Donavon or Micheal
‘Fore I picked up this mic I was hitting licks
Did dirt with plenty disciples
I’m gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated
All my co-conspirators catching cases
I dropped straight out of college and I majored in home invasion
But believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with operations, closed casket console
Tryna make million dollars, fuck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so niggas goin’ remember the name
Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib hoe
Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight
Said the Fred the new age Brad call me baby face killa
 
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