they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
nigga, don't play wit it Here he come once again' Mr. Murder Man Smokin' on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand Fuckin' with my rubber bands, get
combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground. Feel the fury. hahahahahahaha i put my hands in my
I just want to have it my way I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year So respect me, nigga It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote
the front seat The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle Hey, you better put that money in my hand
his back out And take the back route And that's what that's about Understand? I wan't cash in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my
of suggestions of how you could finesse it You find a dude in town, you send him a short message Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
miyach, I'm buried in it It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin' Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin' Nickel nines, my
future in this frontin Corners I bend to get more ends (geah) On fools I'm dumpin' And to my homies I got clout Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying
desert of stone And I dreamt of my future wife My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command In this version of death called life My plate and my cup
court You know we never comin' up short So fuck what you thought We high profile for this shit, I smile for this shit I stack dough and make all my people
, yeah, I'm on my New York shit Hat to the back on my New York shit Yeah, I'm on my New York shit Tims with the shorts on my New York shit I'm on my
is chillin, ready and willing N-gga I'm eating, happy thanks giving Walking on the ceiling with my running shoes on Life is too short, my money too long Come into my
the power was at my disposal Fucking mad I must be a fool for coming this far On hope alone, my voyage was for nothing My hate radiated viciously But
East Palmdale Dancin with a female lookin bomb as hell With a booty up against me make me feel real good Plus her hands between my legs rubbin on my wood My
with pride, If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block See me solo in a photo, hands under my
tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,