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Yo, we only doin' shit once It get frightening, you know? I get real disrespectful when niggas get of what we do over here Highbridge stand the fuck up, Canada!
Uh, live from the DM, I'm hollerin' at BM We discussin' which casket you 'bout to leave in I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' battle But how did I get in this with A Boogie's shadow? Big Apple, New York City, more to How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in cities? I made with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s And now I'm fully open, I play the on 'em for your squad, you rest, you get decimated You lookin' like a Styles P that never made it Forever on niggas like Boogie and me 'Cause we was in New York and every hood that you see The day you me will be the day you see see HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than feed me Don't let these niggas gas you on podcast and CC Highbridge, the Label, but only one of on TV Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat the stars It ain't really hard to out who I'm speakin' up for Now that my and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with the around it I got the baggage You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full Someone tell I turn beef into mince meat Hottest of the century, why did he go up me? I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna back He tempted me but never had energy for Kodak You paid for a feature to get the pussy And you think you fuckin' with me The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for And now you walk around like you got one up on me Nigga please, this your part This nigga found Soulja Boy's headband and wore it in his cover art Why battle with A shadow? Why battle A Boogie's shadow? He ain't even a chapter, he ain't a factor QP and Bubba way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers It hurts you kill a nigga you love Ironic that the salt thrown from the that's slugs Chewin' niggas with no ingestion I got a real for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested It's a couple hoes in I know you infected You really out here fuckin' raw a scrotum infection And what's is you know it, still you go unprotected You need to focus on a hit, to go get a record See you can a Don Q in the ho nigga section Go get with whatever medicine you need to clear up 'Cause pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up Yuck, let you breathe on that I'm really beggin' that you about your physical health You'll never see your fuckin' on a physical shelf I'll beat your ass, whip your kid the belt You flipped it to sell You're not a hustler, your daddy was a I got the info from baby mama playin' nympho You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, it My mood I showed y'all fuck it My dick, I told y'all suck it I'll punch your fat ass in stomach And everything in it go up it You a tape for your nigga that died You made a it would pop and that the shit would be live that you had to tell my nigga a lie 'Cause that flopped and so did your other five Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to Big guns, nigga, you got for a 22 gotta keep a gun on his waist 'Cause you niggas scared to get punched in your face Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to in a better vest Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than Quit actin' you the mob You play Gianni But you got ran out of and Avianne The Bridge is over, The is over I got an long clip that'll hit your soldiers My hand shoot like hit his head and shoulders I'll send his nine year old a just to send condolence Uh, not the money on the 40 minutes on can put a hundred on his head I made so much millis and of this bread I can have the whole Highbridge for his head Top floor, Glock's in the top drawer by the 38 Bound to Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates Your daughter just came from turnin' And takin' L's right in of her is what you tryna perpetrate? All blood make me regurgitate Don't let my Bronx niggas move and to boost up the murder rate But we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here 'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine than A ever gave you in your whole career I spit fire, you the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider You mad at my Mula 'cause his shit hotter I know how it Nah, I'm lyin', I don't how it feels I just know everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real And I don't know how exposin' me feel, fuck
Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you You know, I.... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this though I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time gettin' right now I know you not to this, you a little frightened But it's okay, my son, you know I still with you, nigga And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the might know your name now, you know? Like... I hope I did for you Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, Wild fuckin' ugly, You wild ugly, outta here