I know you like the way I switch the flow I switch the flow I know you like the way I switch the flow I switch the flow Hes braggin' about he gets the doe All him chattin' about he hits the O's Pussy hit the road Fast when a devon round We no need for this oh.
Listen up it's about time People sitten' they be waitin' for my CD But dont give a fuck about grime They wanna see me about why 'Cause I outline facts When im under the ziggy us cloud high Cheese weed from weezy or Z.E But im how high I feel fifteen my mouths dry On top of the boat clyde But to reach the peak Eat beat for be hit the street For this CD 'Cause it's 'bout time
'Cause it's like Every single day they be talkin' the same old shit Sticks, Whips, Pricks When you check them off these guys are just talkin' Pure Gas (repeat x8)
I say just spit another rhythm But I lied for the living When I got people in prison we no ride an uh wizard and uh Telling me buggy But we ride every rhythm Giving the facts A full artillery high ima kill 'em fine legitimate slice im a kill 'em But uh a let me high then kill 'em Gimmy them these silly men All the reason why the bullies lookin at my eyes like a rhythm But im nothing like these other guys Chat a pack a lies Lookin like they put in the work Because other wise I couldnt run around this house I could only fantasize of other life Mean is a type of categorize Letter fees and ima eat cant chat a wise lyric it colour bubby init is no funny dig it dig it dig it Buggy buggy you no wanna hear a gully in your lyrics lyrics lyrics
'Cause it's like Every single day they be talkin' the same old shit Sticks, Whips, Pricks When you check them off these guys are just talkin' Pure Gas (repeat x8)
Gangster this gangster that The niggas only wanna come up with this gangster chat They try to make gangster rap All I ever hear is gangster this and gangster that Lie snitch in a nigga four inch fow Tell me how gangster at Talkin uh wanker that Let me set the example that I hear gangster this and gangster that When everybody knows where the gangsters at Lock down in a cage or in a grave Living with the cake and the crank is fat Big rip shifting got no time to chat These people got slang to chat But they wanna kill a bruda Got death on my hands and a face in a grave 'Cause you angle that more lives if I say But I couldnt care less if you bang the strat.