I wake up quick, grab the glock Head for the corner with my back of rocks I got bills to pay and a baby to feed I stay on a hustle, never handed what I need But I stay fresh than a bitch 4s on the whip And if nigga wanna trip he gon get his wig split Cuz I ain't here to talk shit bitch I'm here for my paper And you boys straight tripping thinkin I give a Damn about a hater Candy purple on the drop and that syrup in the bottle Surrounded by 5 models while I'm swangin half throttled
This is freestyle Flow , that I'm doin on my cellphone , waiting to hit that Block, swagin on cop , yeah chop chop chop down yo block block block hitting licks, gettin rich Drug money and High on that Gasaline nigga , I stay surpreme niggq , gots a 45with a built-in Beam Nigga. Out that H-TOWN so I love to lean, smokin on tha finest Green , never giving up on my hopes and dreams.... Much Love to all my Home Towns out there
Another soldier lost his life, and someone told me that thats just how the story goes/ but he was a friend of mine, so when that soldier died I swear to God I buried a big piece of my soul/
just another day in my neck of the woods As I wake up Im already up to my daily routine Lokking for some levis and a white T You know i gotta start the day off right Like smokey said on friday I grab my phone and a little bit of dough I tell mymoms i love her Than im out the door by the way i never sleep in im up early with the roosters cause how can i make it if im the one whos sleepin on the dream-Next Door
I didnt sign up 4 this shit, I thought I was just signing my life over 2 go 2 war/ I must've missed the memoir from the recruit ad, cuz I came back with more than just a bullet scar/ I love my boys and I miss my dawgs, but nothing could've prepared me for what was to happen next/ A friend and mentor died and I couldnt take it, and now those unsaid words are the only thing that I have left/
Battle wacks like Krino, Get put out house like Fred, To dino, Htown letting ya know, How we flow, grab the monte cristo, Crucifix my old self, To better my self, Now im all about wealth, Which is my health, No time for paper chasing, While hating undercover faking, Like they wanna, See you succed, but really wanna See ya bleed, But aint blood, coming outy veins, Got the golden drips, From the sun mane, Suckas disdained, Im old school, still listen to, records on the vinyl, That real shit,youll feel in ya spinal, See no evils, When i cruise through, The valley of death, no need to hold my breath, The lyrics stay cooking, But i aint a chef, I hook shots from the right to the left, Got a fiancee, who badder than Beyonce, So i gives a damn, what a hater say, Pop open a can of spray, Now rest in peace, To ya lovely, As chiling above thee, Homie, you dont know me, This is freestyle, And yeah i go hard, plus i got racks to pile, No hate in my heart, And no heart in the hate, I regulate, I got too much food on my plate, So i gotta take it home, Words is stones, Could never play a clone, I stay in my own zone, One two, As come through, Represent Texas and the hoods thats near you, We all about peace, So fuck the gang culture, im putting out a cease, They say no snitching, But the main fools that snitching, Is getting the richin', Steadily grinding, they play undercover plants, so they stay steadily shining, Cant undermind a real sight seer, Street engineer, As i appear, Like shadow to light, Casted sixty feet, check angel wing expandin flight, I come heavy and not light, Picture me loosing, Naw, caprice cruising, put hurts on the game, no bruising, Only abusing, The mic that I hold in my hand, Man i hope yall understand, This is the new mob, Rhyming is my job, never turn down a slob, From the thickest chicken, Rooster on deck, so haters gotta respect, Im next up, on the stage, Rack lyrics like a twelve guage, One two one two, Let me show you, What real mic skills do,
Always loved this jam...never thought someone would remake the instrumental... any chance, i know i'm way late, I can get a dl link? if I end up finishing anything to it, I'll of course give you credit for the remake and even throw you some money if I finish something. Never even though to write something to this cuz the OG is so dope, Zro Killed it... but I can never have enough instrumentals around. Anyways, even if not, dope shit, got me to subscribe i'll check out your other stuff and see if youre still at it.
My thoughts proceed, while yours tend to expire..like you giving up nigga well ima fighter I take the beat a lil higher, and you look at me an only can admire. My shits hot son its on fkn fire. No need fo matches homie this nigga gotta lighter. Im comin threw chop n screw,, more about me n less about you. no regrets that just how I do from my niggas biggie, hawk and dj screw, shit tupac 2. deffinitly Zro southside supa hero.
i'm a grinder, you niggas betta understand. 22 years and god damn, i still stand. i'm the man with the plan, always payin' da damn cost, can't ever come up, can't ever be the boss, fuck my world i'm tired of taking a loss. tired of baby mama bullshit and drama so im sittin back in my chrysler 300 smokin marijuana. i hit the damn switch on i-10, ridin solo one deep not a whole squad of men, this is it trick, screwed up click a godsend.
Uh i be ridin a 4 door ford exploder, comin thru texas is were I hold ya, i keep it one two I an't going to fold ya, niggas know im blastin, ridin around houston with a passion don't fuck with me I keep it real another whyte boy rapper, so throwed wreckin off the dome like ontop of the astrodome I feel like al copoan king of my own empire
I was raised alone nobody 2 help with the pain daddy left me alone with mom, to be raised upon further reflection realized maybe i geared my life in the wrong direction or is this is a common misconception why was i born? My inner turmoil bleeds truth, if i had a father to raise me thru my youth, how different would life be? answers that i'll never find, Just one of many sons that fathers left behind,
man dont spit yo rhymes pple thats how showing off pple still yo stuff and flip it then put it out and have u bobbin yo head to yo own shit sayin damn that go so damn hard LMAO real shit
you honestly think somebody is going to steal youtube lyrics and make money off that? first its rare to find good lyrics, second the dude who is stealing em is so fucking lame that there is no way he would become famous. and people who are already famous rappers can hire ghostwriters anyway
Tu stai a novanta che in novanta ti cavalcano Se la situa è tragica mi appagherà Sentirmelo Dire Che non valgo fra io salgo e faccio il vandalo Con sti fighetti e ste rifatte no non sto a mio agio no Mi agito se parlano da sopra Attento a ciò che dicono ti mettono alla prova Misogino non è nuova e vecchia scuola Non ti lamentare se poi la tua tipa qualcun altro se la sco•• Ti lamenti che le cose non vanno se stai sul divano non cambieranno Cambio il punto di atterraggio in cabina di pilotaggio Frega un cazzo che sei l’ammiraglio La vita è cruda e puzza come il pesce Ho visto la luna nuda e mi son detto si potrebbe Arrivare a prua saltando quest’esche E chi ne esce vivo forse perdere preferirebbe
tell me what i need to succeed, cause it seems the drank and the weed will recede, my mind, when will i ever find, falling behind, but yet im still on the move, always on my grind never slippin im so smooth, tryna find the groove, my bestfriend is a bottle of booze, that liquor, ain't got time for these niggas blowin swishas, that stress, i say what's on my chest, drug addicted self inflicted, from the west to the south, don't run ya fuckin mouth or we bound to run in your house
But yo// believe me when i say, that whens its my time, i'll kno better, and never ever leave mine. This how a real nigga shine, go get ya boo, promise to remain tru, no matta what the world comes too, ride it out to heaven, blazin real love, thugs got feelins 2.
Ak.. to the always sunny day CA! cali kush, smoke for days. purple pinks and lime green haze. twistin it up, and if you aint doin the same ya needs ta listening up! get on a plane. pur a drink in your hand. keep that shit out cha vain. I can kick as i sprint, poundin up on the keys
eyes open/just woke up cuz my phone ringin/lot of txt messages, missed calls, unknown digitz/i hop up out da bed/ gone brush my teeth/slide my feet/in my jordan sneakz/den i hit da streetz/sitten high up in my ride/dem 22's steady holdin/lookin bakin soda fresh/& dey envy me cuz dey homeless/keep my namem outcha mouth cuz it aint it edible/dez hoez wanna chill, but dey cant, becuz i gotta busy scedule
