Killed my plug
Ova a bad pill
EVERY flight
I b thinking I'm bout Aaliyah
It's been a while since
I felt fear
Niggaz talkin bout
Drip I'm toss'em the pier
She know if she give me top
Can't hit my codiene
It's Not show time at the Apollo
But My cologne creed
Pour 3 lines
Pop 3 beans
Bando jumping
I love my dope fiends
Way bløød tote
His pipe wudda thought he wudda been a Q
Took 2 roxys 4Xans
Moving like a zombie
I keep
The pack in the air
But Iam no punter
Case of hi - tec
2 liters ima need a funnel
Yeah I got a lot change
But Iam not Obama
School we had problem we wud
Leave the gun in the locker
(Bridge)
Jus kNo
Do Dey gone always have
Shit to say
Like catching u wearing yo
Sunday's best on Thursday
Taking these trip
Fa them bag who worried
But if yon know
Man don't serve him
Money over bitches
Even if she deserving
Most wanted how my
Bullets keep on curving
4 Pop shooting
U gone pay the price
When we slang iron
I'm type to put the 40 down
An slang 9z
4 niggaz plus 5 straps
That's still 9
My nigga doing his time
Feet up kuz his bread fine
Beefing on bars
Is how you lack
David Blaine ha i
Turn oops into packs
Off them drugs standing in the rain
Low down an dirty I felt ashamed
How all my potnas do a joce an
Come home an start acting strange
Ain't saying names
I can't place the blame
Remember blood got hit on flake
An he died Tyra lane
We can't be strapped wen we enter
Then we a no show
Remember uppin blood
At the chef store
Ya potna a rat
U support'em
U the same ho
He never seen a beach
But he gone let them shells go
U took the stand an
We was on the same docket
Talking the cops
Like I won't let that glock
Rock ya
Like I won't let that glock rock ya
We was on the same docket
See ya hit the stand an ya did opera
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Killed my plug
Ova a bad pill
EVERY flight
I b thinking I'm bout Aaliyah
It's been a while since
I felt fear
Niggaz talkin bout
Drip I'm toss'em the pier
She know if she give me top
Can't hit my codiene
It's Not show time at the Apollo
But My cologne creed
Pour 3 lines
Pop 3 beans
Bando jumping
I love my dope fiends
Way bløød tote
His pipe wudda thought he wudda been a Q
Took 2 roxys 4Xans
Moving like a zombie
I keep
The pack in the air
But Iam no punter
Case of hi - tec
2 liters ima need a funnel
Yeah I got a lot change
But Iam not Obama
School we had problem we wud
Leave the gun in the locker
(Bridge)
Jus kNo
Do Dey gone always have
Shit to say
Like catching u wearing yo
Sunday's best on Thursday
Taking these trip
Fa them bag who worried
But if yon know
Man don't serve him
Money over bitches
Even if she deserving
Most wanted how my
Bullets keep on curving
4 Pop shooting
U gone pay the price
When we slang iron
I'm type to put the 40 down
An slang 9z
4 niggaz plus 5 straps
That's still 9
My nigga doing his time
Feet up kuz his bread fine
Beefing on bars
Is how you lack
David Blaine ha i
Turn oops into packs
Off them drugs standing in the rain
Low down an dirty I felt ashamed
How all my potnas do a joce an
Come home an start acting strange
Ain't saying names
I can't place the blame
Remember blood got hit on flake
An he died Tyra lane
We can't be strapped wen we enter
Then we a no show
Remember uppin blood
At the chef store
Ya potna a rat
U support'em
U the same ho
He never seen a beach
But he gone let them shells go
U took the stand an
We was on the same docket
Talking the cops
Like I won't let that glock
Rock ya
Like I won't let that glock rock ya
We was on the same docket
See ya hit the stand an ya did opera
Ova a bad pill
EVERY flight
I b thinking I'm bout Aaliyah
It's been a while since
I felt fear
Niggaz talkin bout
Drip I'm toss'em the pier
She know if she give me top
Can't hit my codiene
It's Not show time at the Apollo
But My cologne creed
Pour 3 lines
Pop 3 beans
Bando jumping
I love my dope fiends
Way bløød tote
His pipe wudda thought he wudda been a Q
Took 2 roxys 4Xans
Moving like a zombie
I keep
The pack in the air
But Iam no punter
Case of hi - tec
2 liters ima need a funnel
Yeah I got a lot change
But Iam not Obama
School we had problem we wud
Leave the gun in the locker
(Bridge)
Jus kNo
Do Dey gone always have
Shit to say
Like catching u wearing yo
Sunday's best on Thursday
Taking these trip
Fa them bag who worried
But if yon know
Man don't serve him
Money over bitches
Even if she deserving
Most wanted how my
Bullets keep on curving
4 Pop shooting
U gone pay the price
When we slang iron
I'm type to put the 40 down
An slang 9z
4 niggaz plus 5 straps
That's still 9
My nigga doing his time
Feet up kuz his bread fine
Beefing on bars
Is how you lack
David Blaine ha i
Turn oops into packs
Off them drugs standing in the rain
Low down an dirty I felt ashamed
How all my potnas do a joce an
Come home an start acting strange
Ain't saying names
I can't place the blame
Remember blood got hit on flake
An he died Tyra lane
We can't be strapped wen we enter
Then we a no show
Remember uppin blood
At the chef store
Ya potna a rat
U support'em
U the same ho
He never seen a beach
But he gone let them shells go
U took the stand an
We was on the same docket
Talking the cops
Like I won't let that glock
Rock ya
Like I won't let that glock rock ya
We was on the same docket
See ya hit the stand an ya did opera