Lyrics

RIGHT! You know I'm smoking They'll never know what it takes man Aight Drew We ain't wasting no time Real talk Yo it's the best emcee known to man I hit the blunt and get as high as I can I speak in styles only some understand You speak at trial putting players in jams I was thinking out loud and made myself go damn! I'll erase what you write these players thinking they nice You got a face full of coke and players laying your wife Yo I ain't ever been robbed a single day of my life A hater tried to mean mug and caught a face full of stripes I come from shootouts in the park over crack sales Rats with the fat tails Where government assistance is black mail Loyalty is rare, these players over here be hitting your sisters bare Pulling all on their hit weigh yourself and hit tare There's junkies all in the stairs (TALK TO EM FEV!) We got no time to be scared Play your role Detectives looking deep into your soul My hood is like a hole depends how deep you trying to go Still GOD shines through Blessing all the trap babies Dodging Yaku, it's no wonder I grew into THE BIG UFO Polished and demolishing all of my foes I ain't mention my clothes You could tell I'm getting dough The price rises like yeast if rap fails it's back to the blow Yo yo You gotta feel me like braille If rap fails I'm back to throwing work up on a scale My daughters need their father this is better than a cell Buy my music praying that it keeps us out the jail My numbers unlisted I ain't answering the cell I heard a double click and got low Broke my sim cards and threw away my phones This the game that we chose bagging up my flows Enters through your ear yet it still hits your nose It's THE HIGH ENT RIGHT! How was that Drew?
Writer(s): Anthony N Ortiz, Nicolas Donati Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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