Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a sack Vang Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back Roll on the stolen V's with chase you Cop a six more time and 3 years
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no I'm the one contender I got a new game plan, strictly sportin' name in the pound hunted, footin' through your town blunted
On some that get you burnt throats Amputated all the turn coats, and get been B-rated, my 5 plated is how I get fights I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head
I'm daily thinkin' of a gleamin' That life we in, how to and what's the meanin' The fact that rules, these last days We the last crews, my present and my past rules
soldier, no matter the goal We closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over I'm in it for the long haul, goes out To all my true livin' and my Soho
Don't talk about it, it happen Don't fake it The act, got you light gat You wanna block, try to nine
Son you livin' on my time, try to overshine Play your P, play position I stay with G, stay on a Precisely, good, wit game, I'm
son, still shiesty You in eight fifty, ridin' shotgun If you can count your money, you ain't got And bitches they game tight
Baby, get the right, see G. comin' like a train light And be don pretending But I'm armed and bendin', so they can get the John Hundred gator players Silk shirts and champagne, don't a thing about the damn game
I'm thinkin' of a life gleamin' life we in, how to obtain and what's the meanin' The fact that cash rules, these last We the last crews, my present and my past rules
True soldier, no matter the We gettin' closer, for bitch ass niggas, just about over I'm in it for the haul, this goes out To all my true livin' dogs and my
My artistic creation, or decoration set the nation With Alpha of lyric lacin', for all occasions Engagements and events, for big and cents Makin' niggas past tense, consequence
All I see around me, makes up the But if you don't hold down space, you quickly get erased waste, a thought, thinkin' I ain't gon' be the guns that grants hole
To my body, and stinkin' Watch as I back draft, on the glass, and trap crash Catch the blast, when I puff the black wrath the tricks of the trade, to be self made Those who slept, stay they started and got played
I'm daily of a life gleamin' That life we in, how to obtain and the meanin' The that cash rules, these last days We the last crews, my present and my past rules
soldier, no matter the goal We closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over I'm in it for the haul, this goes out To all my true dogs and my Soho