1. |
Still That
02:39
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Fade no way
My love stayed
These days I
Don’t talk about it
Imma be about it
Caught no fades
Spun driveways
I done it all
Gotta get up out it
You wa’n ever ‘bout it
Boy it’s…
Smoke, smoke
Might as well not talk ‘bout it
Smoke, smoke
Fuck it if the opps on the road
Fuck it if the opps on patrol
Buss the opps and serve ‘em with the smoke
Toolie sparked and so I called it woke, wow…
Aye, wow
Boys cheffin’ like me
And I’m loving what I see
How we servin’ all this heat
And never took it to East
Been wavy like “whoosh!”
City said they couldn’t push
But letting white men eat
Wow
Steez
Go
Loving all the rainy days
How I live I couldn’t say
This right here crazy
Too many wanna fade me
How I’m getting blessed daily
The world want me on my knees
What’s facts?
Your reign on the top been cap
Your life to the grave been mapped
The lowest of the lowest of the lows
They want me to call that home
I’m living my with a cape
Super man with a drape
You should prolly get a plate
Manna been waste from time
Gotta let ‘em hate online
Issa voodoo what I put in
They gon’ eat it like a pudding
Read they evil so they book it
Know your life getting tooken
Is you living or you coping?
White men got you, token
He the reason why I’m toking
How you simping and you chosen, it’s different
I wanna live it abundantly
Fuck who buzzing like a bumble bee
I was wishing they’d remember me
Now I tap in with the higher me
Let ‘em load it up and fire me
Still make a wave in the after-life
You should prolly bang your hammer twice
Been at peace with what I’m living with
Evil around wanna finish him but I
Fade no way
My love stayed
These days I
Don’t talk about it
Imma be about it
Caught no fades
Spun driveways
I done it all
Gotta get up out it
You wa’n ever ‘bout it
Boy it’s…
Smoke, smoke
Might as well not talk ‘bout it
Smoke, smoke
Fuck it if the opps on the road
Fuck it if the opps on patrol
Buss the opps and serve ‘em with the smoke
Toolie sparked and so I called it woke, wow…
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2. |
Well, Alright
03:13
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What's life worth when game getting jerked?
I was in the fields digging snakes in the dirt
Niggas seen ‘em wolves tryna get the boy murked
And they let 'em coast easy, but this ain't Turks
Peepin’ all this luggage I done carried on this road
Snakes want me gone but I’m stayin' ten toes
I ain't finna ask why they did 'em like so
Boy, I'm never vexed, no, this the life that I chose, Inshallah
I'm care-free with no arsenal
I been king and they effort has been marginal
That rah-rah been a bluff, man they talk is soft
That con way never been on the west, c'mon on
We don't navigate those in the seven-eight-"O"
How you thugged out and you still ducking smoke?
Been around most, made 'em all flee ghost
Shook ones never seen a nigga live by the code
I ain't never done the most, I’m doin’ what I'm 'pose
Drip God shit, got me looking like I'm goals
We gon' let 'em do the most, he ain't finna go
If it’s ‘bout a thing you just gotta let me know
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride, oh yeah
Them boys finessed the techniques for days
Alhamdulillah, it's all been a daze
They say murk them boys I say I'm okay
I'm far from my ways, I parted out safe
Man, these niggas ain't what the best look like
Man, these niggas ain't what the best felt like
So pardon my pace and pardon my faith
But what's there to praise when most is been fake, look
I can't believe y'all let them niggas get it off
Let 'em shoot a semi off on a demigod
Look me in the face like these niggas never wrong
Typa shit that make a nigga wanna get his petty on
Typa shit that make a nigga wanna go and set it off
Rolling deep, playing Big L in the cut
Setting it off, I'm letting it off, whatever
And Lord knows why I never keep a semi tucked
I ain't never done the most, I’m doin’ what I'm 'pose
Drip God shit, got me looking like I'm goals
We gon' let 'em do the most, he ain't finna go
If it’s ‘bout a thing you just gotta let me know
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride
I ain't never done the most, I’m doin’ what I'm 'pose
Drip God shit, got me looking like I'm goals
We gon' let 'em do the most, he ain't finna go
If it’s ‘bout a thing you just gotta let me know
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride
My God, this shit can't be my life
They want me gone, boy, well alright
G's up and hoes down on this side
We up and so down for this ride, oh yeah
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3. |
3-0
02:38
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Who was early on the wave?
We don’t hear a peep no more
Fled but they still keep tabs on the boy
Head huncho how I ran up the score
Diddy-bopping through this life looking like the force, bless
Y’all ain’t what they bouta settle on
I ain’t petty dawg, you go ask who said it all, facts
Didn’t tell ‘em “see through the BS!”
Niggas woke now wanna see through the BS
Pay me what you owe me in advance
I ain’t cutting prices cuz you cousins with my mans
OD’d OT cuz I see ‘em like fam
But every time I chef it they wan’ take it out my hands
When I say I got ‘em I don’t put that on a gang
Bet that on my word, then I put that on your head
90’s baby all I know is “nigga meet me outside”
Your touch screen be the only time you slide, right?
Streak go, 3-0, his game, ice cold
Slide hoe, get smoked, he froze, ice cold
Streak go, 3-0, his game, ice cold
Slide hoe, get smoked, he froze, ice cold
Ice cold, get served easy, we not pretty
Still wanna play shifty, we gon’ get ‘eem
Never been a big city, it’s no biggie
So many ways to slide, I get picky
So many sets you claim, it get witty
Addy still saved so it can’t get sticky
Boy swear he been gritty, I say “hit me”
And you run your mouth so much, it get dizzy, it get greasy
All that rah-rah, you ‘on say much
And your whole squad need to step their game up
Only on wax that you claim tough
When it’s time Imma pull with the same bop
When it’s crunch time, you gon’ hand me that
You only stack cheese cuz your man been rat
What’s a Mac 11 homie, how you carry that
Uptown boy think he move like Pac
Streak go, 3-0, his game, ice cold
Slide hoe, get smoked, he froze, ice cold
Streak go, 3-0, his game, ice cold
Slide hoe, get smoked, he froze, ice cold
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