[Dragonball Z skit]
[Produced by GodFingaz]
[Verse 1: Y.S.A] Back feeling like it’s 09’ on Circle Drive East
Only few in the Cypher when I smoke wit my peeps
Focused I be, with my jar full a haze and a town full Urkles, blowing purple out the jeeps
I’m all about the Gang life
Not the shoot and bang type
But we with it, if you assisting the fun and games baii
Hol up nigga hang tight
We ain’t even finish
Mimicked 09’ Wiz like we gon get there in a minute
Wit a Snap from the Gaunt we gon conquer like Thanos
Power in the Art got us MObbin like Sopranos
These songs is like hammers lyrics loading up the ammo
Looked up to HOV before niggas was calling him a Camel
Bumpin from the Nano
250 GB Black
Pushed thru the surface, when niggas ain’t wanna see me crack
So for ya lack of support nigga my fee need tax
Born black and brilliant, like we bringing the 3Bs back
[Verse 2: Bob Bush] I never really saw me as a rapper tho
Found a new passion once a nigga started trapping tho
Fuck a Rhyme scheme, I'm fiending to get this work off
Moneys better than pussy, I ain't even wanna jerk off
I never took off, even the boys got broke off
So I can take off, Sippin Casamigos in A-Loft like...
Good Night and Good Luck, I'm outta sight
But I'm in the field, so til then, I'm going off
You niggas soft, what you wyning bout, I'm tired of shit
They need something to cry about, lemme wired this bitch
Bob Bush, pull from the hip, I be dying to spit
I take full ownership, I ain't tryna split
Heads open casket closing, when I'm down with this
Ain't no closure, Don't ask about you just don't exist
Imma keep spreading my wings into fly shit
And Make sure I spite the GM when I buy the Knicks
Don't gentrify us in the fry, you ain't from where I'm from
Malcolm X Shazz is on my badge, the pen is my gun
Keep thinking its just rap, I'm only cocking it once
And ammo ain't cheap, but I love me a hunt
I remember having 50 in the Bank, Pocket full of Yayo, Since a unit, I was dying to Stunt (50 in the, 50 in the, 50 in the)
50 in the Bank, Since a unit, I was dying to Stunt!
[Chorus: Y.S.A] Ain’t no nigga in the world that can override me
Mic Check 1-2, but Motherfuck the police
I’m Out to make a billion, spread the bread with my peeps
Pave a way for my children my nephews and my roof tsa nieces
You fuckin wit a real nigga, (FUCKIN WIT THE REEEEEAAAALLLL)
You fuckin wit a real, real nigga
Said you fuckin wit a real nigga (FUCKIN WIT THE REEEEEAAAALLLL)
Shoutout to all my real niggas and my real sistas, BANG!
[Produced by GodFingaz]
[Verse 1: Y.S.A] Back feeling like it’s 09’ on Circle Drive East
Only few in the Cypher when I smoke wit my peeps
Focused I be, with my jar full a haze and a town full Urkles, blowing purple out the jeeps
I’m all about the Gang life
Not the shoot and bang type
But we with it, if you assisting the fun and games baii
Hol up nigga hang tight
We ain’t even finish
Mimicked 09’ Wiz like we gon get there in a minute
Wit a Snap from the Gaunt we gon conquer like Thanos
Power in the Art got us MObbin like Sopranos
These songs is like hammers lyrics loading up the ammo
Looked up to HOV before niggas was calling him a Camel
Bumpin from the Nano
250 GB Black
Pushed thru the surface, when niggas ain’t wanna see me crack
So for ya lack of support nigga my fee need tax
Born black and brilliant, like we bringing the 3Bs back
[Verse 2: Bob Bush] I never really saw me as a rapper tho
Found a new passion once a nigga started trapping tho
Fuck a Rhyme scheme, I'm fiending to get this work off
Moneys better than pussy, I ain't even wanna jerk off
I never took off, even the boys got broke off
So I can take off, Sippin Casamigos in A-Loft like...
Good Night and Good Luck, I'm outta sight
But I'm in the field, so til then, I'm going off
You niggas soft, what you wyning bout, I'm tired of shit
They need something to cry about, lemme wired this bitch
Bob Bush, pull from the hip, I be dying to spit
I take full ownership, I ain't tryna split
Heads open casket closing, when I'm down with this
Ain't no closure, Don't ask about you just don't exist
Imma keep spreading my wings into fly shit
And Make sure I spite the GM when I buy the Knicks
Don't gentrify us in the fry, you ain't from where I'm from
Malcolm X Shazz is on my badge, the pen is my gun
Keep thinking its just rap, I'm only cocking it once
And ammo ain't cheap, but I love me a hunt
I remember having 50 in the Bank, Pocket full of Yayo, Since a unit, I was dying to Stunt (50 in the, 50 in the, 50 in the)
50 in the Bank, Since a unit, I was dying to Stunt!
[Chorus: Y.S.A] Ain’t no nigga in the world that can override me
Mic Check 1-2, but Motherfuck the police
I’m Out to make a billion, spread the bread with my peeps
Pave a way for my children my nephews and my roof tsa nieces
You fuckin wit a real nigga, (FUCKIN WIT THE REEEEEAAAALLLL)
You fuckin wit a real, real nigga
Said you fuckin wit a real nigga (FUCKIN WIT THE REEEEEAAAALLLL)
Shoutout to all my real niggas and my real sistas, BANG!
( Lashawn Freeman )
www.ChordsAZ.com