Chop stalls
Ah!
OG Ron C
Fresh off that burn the plugs tour
Back to my regular life *****
From the north end we like that
Ah!
Quality is the key so the dime's strong but skimmed
Bay of a rapper's go broke got upon a bin list
Spies and binoculars the feds long to get man
Through the impossible like I belong in Rip Bliss
Quality is the key so the dime's strong but skimmed
Bay of a rapper's go broke got upon a bin list
Spies and binoculars the feds long to get man
Through the impossible like I belong in Rip Bliss
Ah!
Where I'm from the choice is slim
****** with eight balls hittin' in they ass
I'm the voice for them
They serve most of my brother's mothers
Since the eighties they been hittin' off the glass like Tim Dunkey Chumper
This ain't the city no lobby pitchin'
Open up the trap at 5 to 15 16 zombies in it
I had a plan for sure before I went up in her
She's got five kids I know a brick of in her
The diamonds mislead her she thought she'd pick the winner
But never not once did I get a dinner
Who done claimed different gangs?
What the fuck were you searchin' for?
On the packs and still broke
What the fuck were you workin' for?
Ah!
I spend my spare time makin' fun of y'all
Cause I cause I'd rather be there than be one of y'all
Uh!
Let's fuck your life like nymphs would say
Switch the V when the pigs find out the business is great
Quality is the key so the dime's strong but skimp
If a rapper's go broke got a party
Been less spots of binoculars the feds long to get man
Through the impossible like I belong in Ripley's
Quality is the key so the dime's strong but skimp
If a rapper's go broke got a party
Been less spots of binoculars the feds long to get man
Through the impossible like I belong in Ripley's
Yeah!
Sat at the table broke the money down
Hired men get probation for a hundred pounds
The road shows up unannounced gotta bounce
Bro on the run for a body he underground till he underground
Free my God he found him guilty for his homicide
He only seemed to be worried about if his baby mama ride
I don't think the letters hit him quite yet
Your plugs with the DEA doing mic checks
They call my Brody up with seven shards
Cause we learned meth was way more money than selling hard
There's even Fetty in his hand
Where you get your bars the GPS track is magnetic
Better check your car
Check that shit
I seen neighborhoods fall to drug wars
I really had the two by four latch behind my front door
Facts!
Cause the basement's like a gun store
My number's always gonna be lower
You had the front doors
T—R—O—J
Quality is the key so the dime's strong but skimped
If a rapper's go broke got a party bin list
Spies and binoculars the feds long to get me
Do the impossible like I belong in Ripley
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If a rapper's go broke got a party bin list
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