as we proceed to keep this shit o.g
as we proceed to keep this shit o.g
trappin' at my homie house
watchin' his mama cripwalk
it ain't a thing to make bricks talk
run when that jack daniels cap twist-off
'cause fuckin' with that j.d. i put you in a kris kross
the west without crook is like the g thang beat without the synth chord
like eazy-e without a '64
i know you feel me if you're in poverty
rob you for your snow white
rob you for your bread too
different kinda coke brothers financin' my campaign
niggas pullin' out more polls than a quinnipiac
want it? you could get some
hear them hollow tips come
that's the diggy doc kickdrum
you'll get robbed by a bitch who been cocked more times than john wick's gun
got some armenians that'll leave you in a meat grinder
you'll be lookin' like lasagna when police find you
buried in a hole deep enough to reach china
shootouts feelin' them hollows burnin' you
you and your dawgs crawlin' over furniture
if terry crews tried to draw it
my neighbors in suburbia learnin' that i'm a murderer
i wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed
and start killin' rappers who only platinum 'cause pussy sells
i could tell you how a dead body smells
that ain't the best thing
i learned the lessons that death bring
keep bouncin' like bedsprings during a sex scene
you couldn't hang with these bars if you was epstein
how'd i make it out the streets? shit
the song i made with akon explains it all
now i'm throwin' skyhooks over christopher wallace beats
as long as you live and breathe
it's hard to talk with a gun in your mouth
you the one that made that motherfuckin' list?
you sound like one of them mumble rappers now
you made that fuckin' list