hold your brain to your head. But it will be shittin' on yourself, cause you're already dead. And at the funeral you won't need a casket, I'm leavin
no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
D.C. like Leo G In A-T-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D Bink in VA, drinking V8 Squeek-kays
Make A Nigga Get Low, SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low Folk. S.O.D Till Da Day I Go, Reppin, 6-6-Duece-G-D-74. And U Already Know I'm a Boss Fa Da Show.
Da findo Make A Nigga Get Low, SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low Folk. S.O.D Till Da Day I Go, Reppin, 6-6-Duece-G-D-74. And U Already Know Ima Boss Fa Da
and ride wit' a G Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a
I would smile a lot I'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top Now I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser tops Life is a movie and you'
a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game
(of D4L)] Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geeked Up I'm Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up, Geek'd Up [Verse 2: Fabo (of D4L)] Star Trek, Star Trek Scotty
it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I've become CNN said I'll be dead
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
K.O.D'd Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it Kicked a couple of niggas asses Gotta take off and stay
got K.O.D'd Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it Kicked a couple of niggas asses Gotta take off
me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing
Da findo Make A Nigga Get Low, SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low Folk. S.O.D Till Da Day I Go, Reppin, 6-6-Duece-G-D-74. And U Already Know Ima Boss Fa
s a city full of crimes I'm feeling like a platter at Philips when I rap As much as I wanted to be minusculed the fact is They'd only be happy with a
