Lyrics
Yeah, what up?
Infamous, nigga
Blah, fuckin' pop the drum set
I'ma take over, man
On set, I ain't three
Fuck this, y'all don't want it
Pop up on the scene, watch they get shook
My niggas doing time, they got hit with the books
Take care of the kids, make sure they good
They wanna do the same but them niggas ain't hood
I'd die if I could, this world ain't worth shit
Government's lying, thinking they perfect
The same old shit with another dead end
My gun looking good, she ain't nothing but a ten
Henny with some Gin, one shot, you lifted
When I'm on that, I gotta roll with the biscuit
We gifted, only if you see the big picture
One love to my moms, dunn, I'm always gon' miss her
Hate on my plate, I just eat it up
I don't worry about a damn thing between coming up
Ride for your gang, you gotta keep it cracking
I am three for life, you know we make it happen
TEC under the dresser, custom compressor
The most infamous shit you could ever imagine
Dunn language and fashion, we gave you what I'm rapping
Two decades of the street life graphic
TEC under the dresser, custom compressor
The most infamous shit you could ever imagine
Dunn language and fashion, we gave you what I'm rapping
Two decades of the street life graphic
I can't complain like Big Twins and P
OG overseas as the H and I sees
Godfather Part Three on a universal spree
T-W-I-N-Z with Q.B
Get smoked like a loosie, you shot like a junkie
Sipping on brass monkey, it's about to get funky
'Cause I'm all about my money and music, fuck commercial
Pay respect to your daddy, you whippersnapper, we burnt you
I'm an OG veteran, still puffing on that medicine
Man, I jam, signals like a hacker
Butcher shop your rap rhymes, then I trash it
Infamous murder one, shit stay graphic
We classic like Hank Carter, mad 'cause we think smarter
Fire starter, free Flame killer, we the black mob
Queensbridge to L.I., Paris to Bed-Stuy
Nitty in the South with the shooters, no pressure