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Letras
Deacon
It's like they forgot how dope I am
Right
Let's get it
I say
Right, right
See backs
You a beast dog
On the tracks
I got you gang
Right
Let me test it out
I say
Another hundred bands when we cook up
Yeah
It's a good year sonny you should look up
Yeah
Gambling with life shake the books up
Yeah
I am handing out the L's get a rook touched
Yeah
On the boat with your hoe getting foot rubs
Yeah
It's in the back used up I don't do love
Yeah
I just hand it out baby I don't do drugs
Yeah
Black and black to your front row tell em suit up
Did too many favors on the come up
Right
And forgot to keep some for myself
Let's go
Born ready gone head pussy run up
Yeah
All pussy motherfuckers get the belt
Wow
Black belt to your body no karate
No karate
Kicking in your party riding purple on hirachis
Yeah
Bending on the words I be flipping like a bocce
I'm a solid state drive all these other niggas floppies
I can see you haters out here trying to crop me
Take me off the picture but a nigga can't stop me
Yeah
If I ever stoop low got a hobby for the lobby
Yeah
I keep two's on deck couple bands and a shotty
Yeah
Monkey see monkey do but these niggas can't copy
How you do it so long and your flow still choppy
Long dick to your mom now she call me big poppy
When she try to go again I deny and tell her top me
Take them ventures out I can nearly tell her put it in her mouth
Yeah
I'm the realest nigga left what a fake talking bout
Yeah
I'm from the west and bring it down to the south
Get a fiend pass outs turn her ass into scouts
I really want the dough tell them they can keep the clout
And whip it up again for anybody that a doubt
Kill a whale I got water in the drought
What a dough you can pick out the amount
Quarterback and you just gotta run around
Watch the safety we gon' take the corner back
My husband's kids is talking out cause we can't let them bliss the sack
Watch the tackles on the end they try they best to defend
Anybody that a score they be haters in the end
Give your sight like Friday night lights
We'll be miles in this bitch watch a nigga take flight
We need to touch down stand clear for the snitches around
Once we high five hands shake I'm a give you a pound
Put with everybody Bron James with the shake up
Put the powder in the air let the sleep niggas wake up
Press the conference move your talents down to south beach
Prowlers to your donnas you better watch how y'all reach
Watch the fouls tell them all to come and witness I'm the poster child
We getting rings when I arrive let the money pile
Play a fake to the side it's my profile
Cause they only wanna be friends because they broke now
Another hundred bands when we cook up
It's a good year sonny you should look up
Gambling with life shake the books up
I am handing out the L's get a rook touched
On the boat with your hoe getting foot rubs
This in the back used up I don't do love
I just hand it out baby I don't do drugs
Black and black to your front row tell them suit up
Run out the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
Used to stay in between two crack spots
Yet I never thought to try it
So it's a few things you can blame on your environment
All my old heads told me FedEx and UPS is always hiring
Get a job and hit the streets for retirement
If I say no to both then I'm inspiring
The next generation of youth to fly higher than
The ones that obviously didn't listen
Raised up Muslim and Christian
But being vice lords don't come with a pension
401 dollars for a K with extensions
Now we still baby booming
Ain't at each other's heads for the mentions
Born in the belly of the beast has tension
Better smarten up you can't lack on comprehension
Job interview no intervention
And you better button up your shirt cause they be switching
I don't wanna have to go to school mama
All my old heads hanging on the corner
11 years old walking around with llama
All I know is go and get the commas
I don't wanna have to go to school mama
I don't wanna hear your voice with the drama
I ain't never remember running up the commas
All my old heads love hanging out on corners
Good legend or a 25 to life
I'm real rounded with the gun or the knife
If you put me in the county I fit in just right
Mario or Luigi they ain't get to do it twice
Forget about it they gon' leave Luigi sick
And Mario always dying over bitches
I know a worker she skate off with the coopers
Your pockets better be swishing like the hoopers
Either way if you got it they gon' do you
So have Jesus on your side or Buddha
And that's the white man or the fat one
Depends on who he prays to when they catch him
They don't give life but quick to take
Stay your ass in school for goodness sake
They take another nigga life everyday
And most your friends ain't gon' show up till you awake
I don't wanna have to go to school mama
All my old heads hanging on the corner
11 years old walkin' round with llamas
And all that I know is go and get the commas
I don't wanna have to go to school mama
I don't wanna hear your voice with the drama
I ain't never ran but runnin' up the commas
All my old heads love hanging out on corners