Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, I put the soy sauce on this motherfucker
Yeah, hear they gettin' up out of there, get out
Live by the code, it ain't nothin' to tell 'bout
Been workin' hard, I'm rockin' these shows, I can't be a sellout
Let lil' Kel out, got my niggas still sittin' in the jailhouse
Oh Lord, I'm a real sorry man
Nigga, you ain't my dog if you left out
And a young nigga still kickin' shit on the best side
Diamonds hit on my chest, I gotta go VVS, ain't no SI
Had to give 'em my best, ain't no less I
Crazy I lost my dog, this shit messed up
Had to keep my head high and my chest up
Now we winnin', it's like what you left for?
But see, y'all did me wrong, know I left 'em
Walkin' the beat down, this shit my job
Now we flyin' private (yeah)
Pull up Gilligan Island (yeah)
What we doin'? We vibin' (yeah)
Roll with us, tell them lil' niggas vest up, have them lil' niggas sent off
Doin' shit that my mama got sick of, I'm in the streets
Tell them lil' niggas get up with me
Whole ten thou' what I want for a feat
Walk in, got calluses all on my feet
I eat niggas sweet, I got cavity teeth
Put paper on your head, but they robbin' for free
And I know you ain't know, you can't pop it to me
Know I'm properly here and I'm capital P
And what happened in here, it can't happen to me
I got shooters with me, like who clappin' at me?
I be changin' my lifestyle
Rappin' on beats, I got blood on my shoes from bein' in the streets
And lil' buddy got hit up for bein' a vegan
But startin' the beef, you can't do with that me
Nigga shootout with niggas, can't do that to me
I ain't beat the charge, I end up takin' a plea
They say it wasn't a murder 'cause young nigga bleedin' out
Hit 'em up, watch the young nigga bleed out
And these fuck niggas know what I bleed out
He seen me and he know who I be, I
Thinkin' deep, and I don't even be high
Pussy boy can't even go on the beehive
Pushin' up tryna see what he be 'bout
And see what he said, tryna see what the beef 'bout
2200, we been on the hot block
Hit up opp block
We just cookin' up shit in the crockpot
Drop the bag, these boys gonna opp shop, them niggas not hot
I'm with the rastas, boy, what you talk 'bout?
Takin' my G-Wag' straight to the chopshop
He got hot feet, hit his block, nigga, chop-chop
He get put in the hot seat, pop off
I been puttin' in work, I been turnin' it up, nigga, watchin' me pop off
Mmm, mm-hmm, yeah
Turned myself up now these lil' bitches can't leave me lone
Turned myself up, I been stayin' out makin' these songs
Do this shit here for the block, I forever put on
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