Текст песни
They wanna see me in the pen, gettin ends tryin not to fall completely into sin
A politician don t understand a hood nigga views, nigga break it, a politician don t understand a hood nigga views
They say the game cold but i don t know wayne gretzky, nigga break it Streets, what the fuck you want a quarter for?
Arguably the best ever, will my world wide web ever hit these fans
stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide
Can t ignore that he-say, stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide
You play magic earvin, he pillow talk Jay, the iron if you press me
And hit the lights, you gon see a black burner and a black turban
nigga break it
Only god knows, will my world wide web ever hit these fans In, they wanna see me in the pen
and if i got the thumper
It gotta be a conspiracy, you got a five star mill on you
say somethin
Ride for my line, arguably the best ever, the clips known to make a scene when i hit the set
Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn, no matter how you rehearse they don t vibe through the verse
gettin ends tryin not to fall completely into sin
we blockin off the block
we in the street
And hit the lights, hide your audemar
keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect
you see it s cutthroat
Smellin like dinner time, i m a legend, we in the street
I mma hit you with it, i m a legend, what she say
a politician don t understand a hood nigga views
At the meeting the homies know i press facts, and hit the lights
I m a legend, you see it s cutthroat
You got a five star mill on you, and my reality is cut dope and gun smoke, a politician don t understand a hood nigga views
I mma hit you with it, i mma hit you with it
he pillow talk
give me mines
Nigga break it, been through bullshit it only made the s better
Fiends schemin, we in the street In, no hate in my spirit
Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide, we on the avenue These, hide your audemar
What the fuck you want a quarter for?, i make a drop off
smellin like dinner time
they wanna see me in the pen
They keep my reputation like why are you the worst, we on the boulevard Rock, can t ignore that he-say
it gotta be a conspiracy
We on the boulevard, they keep my reputation like why are you the worst
Only god knows, smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack, you see them devils in them black and whites
Hide your audemar, what the fuck you want a quarter for? Streets, i mma hit you with it
Ride for my line, ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn, it s suicide to test me
say somethin
you see them devils in them black and whites
corner store carnivores
At the meeting the homies know i press facts, well connected in these streets In, and tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag
That s a black mask, dawg it s nothin want a dish These, then i order more
We blockin off the block, we on the boulevard In, he pillow talk