| Sun God get 'em | |
| I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs | |
| That's why lead the call, they moving up on us | |
| But them G's on the corners, move when | |
| I moveThat's a warning, or | |
| I'mma have my goons spin a garment | |
| Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us | |
| They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order | |
| Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters' | |
| Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water | |
| I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border | |
| I love my life, | |
| I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta | |
| You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter | |
| That really love me, for the **** that | |
| I taught her | |
| Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king | |
| I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in | |
| Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame | |
| I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons | |
| Jeans, hoods, ****, **** | |
| Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake | |
| And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate | |
| And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans | |
| We chew through it, like we coming down off **** | |
| And my P.O., she half | |
| Creole, I move from | |
| Philly to | |
| DallasWith true talent, like my name is | |
| T.O.So when | |
| I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know | |
| I kick them | |
| Vasine bottles' | |
| Cuz if I'm dirty, | |
| I ain't letting it go | |
| Your project steps is | |
| Ajax down, dry blood | |
| Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground | |
| Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, | |
| I led many | |
| Horses to water, just to see if they like it | |
| Taste my, | |
| Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now | |
| News flash, my **** ridin' | |
| L, laid a cop down | |
| Any of ya **** want beef, | |
| I will stop clowns | |
| I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound? | |
| Jeans, hoods, guns **** | |
| Aiyo, what up | |
| S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my **** | |
| I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger | |
| Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, | |
| I got a crispy stainless | |
| Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers | |
| Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in | |
| I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in | |
| I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining | |
| No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining | |
| We go hard, like the | |
| NARC's when we start invading | |
| I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming | |
| It's all entertainment and all my **** made it | |
| We hard body like | |
| Wu-Tang and | |
| Iron Maiden | |
| I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt | |
| Like a **** when she putting braids in, | |
| I think it's so amazing | |
| We ran **** for hours, up in the | |
| Days InnHood rats and **** motels, we seen baking | |
| Jeans, hoods, guns, **** | |
| Good |
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