Live from the gridiron
This is my boy zero album
Chopped up, baby
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I'm saying I'm a part of all your dead problems
But *,
I still feel stressed
Still gotta get something off my chest
Why these hoes be doing what they be doing
I don't know though
*, * it, don't stay too deep in the photo
Slow light and banging all in my trunk Trunk full of funk,
I ain't never been a
Slow light and banging all in my trunk Trunk full of funk,
I ain't never been a
Slow light and banging all in my trunk Trunk full of funk,
I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk,
I blow on dozer Military-minded,
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets of the bridge,
one fold Not no bitch and see I still on the hold
Letting niggas know every day of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down,
I don't know Gotta,
gotta take a trip to Acapulco
From the fold with my four-fo' On my side when I ride
Every little one on the homicide And the bye-bye talk on
Nigga,
old glory I'm ace-time to Kelly just like Robert Orley
If I do a murder,
see the murder scene When it's a shortage on the drink,
I can't find no lean
From south-southwest to southeast Bitch,
it's about war,
not about peace
Nigga,
like me,
I'm about knocking out teeth Know I'm saying I Lucy Green
A nigga coming down in the coupe view Looking great,
looking real dope
I'ma be the nigga pulling over at the * crossroads
With my K on my side,
I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go,
it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me can't wait to make it to another day
Gotta,
gotta get the big payoffs,
so get the * out my way
I come around your corner so slow It'll be the nigga in the damn polo
That's the Ralph Lauren,
yeah,
cause I ain't bored
Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to four?
Sit up, sit up like a city in the old school
Some niggas, they be red, but zero blues
Some niggas, they be red, but zero blues
I come around your corner,
but I ain't said tripping But I will wet niggas and wet women
With the calico,
I had to let a motherfucker know That
I come around your corner in a Lincoln
photo A Fox photo, cause I do it in a flag
Nigga,
watch out,
cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long,
rhyme,
rhyme so strong
I flex my bicep,
then I swole on Get on the motherfucking bitch
When the laws hit the cola,
I hit the fence When they wonder where I went,
they keep looking
I don't give a * like Tyson,
I keep hooking it I'm heavy like Lennox,
strong,
strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto pop-pop,
but I don't need spinach I'ma,
I'ma keep going,
I keep on flowing just like a knob
Billion dollar mouthpiece,
every time I smile,
looking throw up Big nigga ass tray,
every time he smile,
he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop and let the smoke come
out We don't give a damn about a crooked ass pop
Crooked officer,
crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the bad job
Pick your up,
you ain't dug it,
my motherfucking brother R.I.P.
to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVeigh Matthews
That's the Dorothy Marie McVeigh Matthews
That's the Dorothy Marie McVeigh Matthews His
chin toes splattered in my motherfucking shoes
I gotta be a man,
hope you understand There's nothing
but the work and the calico in my hand
On the corner on the Ridge Van,
and I'm serving fiend The real live D-Boy,
and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips like Lego Dark
on the punk just like Calvin Cato's
Use it to the rocket,
I * a 4P like Comets I don't give a *,
good bunch of bitch nigga
Make em vomit on the grind,
I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane,
but the dope is on the grind
Hit it to Lake Torres,
or hit it to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria,
but I ain't finished yet
I got the more IT,
I see it,
then I do it again I get my ends,
I'm in my motherfucking Benz
Got these hoes running around in a frenzy Pussy bussing through,
slips to the end
Piece of potent pussy might tip me,
they're trying to send me to the penitentiary
The main reason why I ain't freeing me,
why I'm wired up,
but I ain't on no damn slaughter
The one in the back,
and he got the gam' parter I'm hardcore and everything,
the foes gon' swang Still pulling up on 400 in the main,
young love,
you got to look good I throw the bridge,
Mark Fulker,
that's my hood Never been a hoe,
I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a * PLAT,
but first a G-O-L-D Motherfucking plaque,
I keep it straight and simple like that Hit a bitch from the back,
and I use my motherfucking tool