We in the winners circle rolling up
I got that fire, got that bus
No loose ties , top floor tied up
We the kids whose this yeah they hot stuff
You know I spit them classics
Fresher than a package that's just ripped out of the plastic
Polo got that rasta , red bone like a lobster
I ain't got a chopper but my shirt got that Lacoste
Spit like an alpaca , just to pay my rent
I'm so young I don't even pay rent
But the people like my music give it up like lent
Skin looks like its cocoa, crazy as four loco
They shopping at fifth avenue , I'm chilling at Sunoco
Hold up , stop , kill it
I'm a put the mic down
Grab a pen and write down
All the things going on in my life right now
Put it to a beat , make the people freak
Now they come around like that's my sheet
Shit
Wanna join the clique
Fuck that
Man when I say grind , you say whats that
Flow like an Egyptian
My music a prescription for all the people listening
They know that beast mode's my closest alter ego
So cold that he froze, I spit that below zero
Life's a game I got cheat codes, I share them with my people
Get on beats and I go Robert Deniro
I wonder how it feels to live, I just live to feel
Live to fill all the emptiness , from all the heart I've spilled
Every beat I see I kill, every B.I.C. I kill
Damn nigga better run to the hills , if he sees us we gone get killed
I just do it for my fam
They the ones that make me feel like I'm the fucking man
They the ones that was with me when I began
Hot damn they're the reason for the man that I am
So, listen up the surreal is getting real
My friends getting real
Drawn to the money , tell me where you ever there for me
No, but please tell me if I'm wrong
But don't tell me what to do
Cause you don't know me and I don't know you
Man shit ain't free and ain't about you
So if you leave I could probably make do
Deuces
TOP-MUTHA-FUCKIN-FLOOR !
Yeaaaaaaaaahh
I got that fire, got that bus
No loose ties , top floor tied up
We the kids whose this yeah they hot stuff
You know I spit them classics
Fresher than a package that's just ripped out of the plastic
Polo got that rasta , red bone like a lobster
I ain't got a chopper but my shirt got that Lacoste
Spit like an alpaca , just to pay my rent
I'm so young I don't even pay rent
But the people like my music give it up like lent
Skin looks like its cocoa, crazy as four loco
They shopping at fifth avenue , I'm chilling at Sunoco
Hold up , stop , kill it
I'm a put the mic down
Grab a pen and write down
All the things going on in my life right now
Put it to a beat , make the people freak
Now they come around like that's my sheet
Shit
Wanna join the clique
Fuck that
Man when I say grind , you say whats that
Flow like an Egyptian
My music a prescription for all the people listening
They know that beast mode's my closest alter ego
So cold that he froze, I spit that below zero
Life's a game I got cheat codes, I share them with my people
Get on beats and I go Robert Deniro
I wonder how it feels to live, I just live to feel
Live to fill all the emptiness , from all the heart I've spilled
Every beat I see I kill, every B.I.C. I kill
Damn nigga better run to the hills , if he sees us we gone get killed
I just do it for my fam
They the ones that make me feel like I'm the fucking man
They the ones that was with me when I began
Hot damn they're the reason for the man that I am
So, listen up the surreal is getting real
My friends getting real
Drawn to the money , tell me where you ever there for me
No, but please tell me if I'm wrong
But don't tell me what to do
Cause you don't know me and I don't know you
Man shit ain't free and ain't about you
So if you leave I could probably make do
Deuces
TOP-MUTHA-FUCKIN-FLOOR !
Yeaaaaaaaaahh
( Bandana Split )
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