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Featuring Ala Sole , Nyck Caution Produced by Tre Eiht Special (Verse) Yo, I don’t give a fuck, mic checka Smith N wessa, Resurrected the borrow hoop and the most expected Protect your neck or get protect, touch your necklace But relentless killers for 5 dollar billas, nine nines I wrote the rhymes I spit it like dos times Meet a mommy my flow shine, you co-sign, I throw lines For the 4th time like what more, get head hancho The Glock let them things go click clock bang ma and pop flow Cookin up cheese and nachos and bag a choke like I chose I got hoes that go down low like pile holes for pile gold. My pockets almost shit, if you want beef, no sloppy joes I been drop bombs since snot nose You niggas cant fuck, the unfuckable, This style is not for, my flow had put in on my Huxtable, You can’t touch deep, untouchable demolition destructional, Better listen to the instructional. We cause havoc when we mob these for trees forest fire messiah from the dark streets No home G, no armories get aimed at your arteries from cheese nigga play with the lottery Or can make grand larceny, pardon me, accordally Ain’t no one spendin as hard as we, at the top is where I ought to be Puffin for knowldge the way I’m partin seas Letras de cancionesHonestly I’m just getting started G no keys, I open doors Kick em down where it fors cause the 4-5 is in line with your pours no sweat I’m just a pro ya know, Brooklyn and jungle so hoes exposed your clothes So this soul lay better than you is no kids just stand back while I stand my top goal, your chicks top goal when she drops for the low she gets low While I suppose she down to go, you know It’s the guard I be killin em with the flow been a rebel you niggas probably on your mother’s tops I guess I rock you get 2pac with these 2 hot shots RIP leave you buried in 2 pac's spot nigga (yeah) (Verse) Check, Ala Sole in the building, let’s go Yo, yo, when I rap its like I'm blowing through a crack pipe, flowing on this half pipe Doipe like, why the fuck you ask twice? What the fuck is YOLO? Probably been a pharoah in my past life, 18 so this dynasty gon sound right Drop a song nigga sound nice all of you just sounded like Yeah while I fuckin steer a mountain bike, I’m so Everest You ain’t got no marriages, fuckin caution, American Glad you tell bury them, born as a winner When it storm in the winter, keep it calm make it sitter We home in your livin, if you drip Lips up, sips from my pimp cup, this is what we livin You finally get a glimpse of, motherfucker I ain’t scared of no man, I got that weight like Roseanne Keep these bitches focused, yeah you know I puff the tree So my throat is swollen, I don’t need a motive, I just keep on rollin until its flat entire pop freezin in the fire box Over weight ladies they screamin when the choir start Everybody got the dreams they require art and expires arts So when you take the deal, damn, The flow is real like my birth right saying that I’ve been cursed twice Blessed with obsurd flight, thinkin imma regret You heard right, never got em first but I earn stripes And I learned how reep em, delete em, and peach a legend a loser And start a cause for the lost, believe in the truest like ya'll You see I'm flowin, twistin like a back flip breaking through these chap lips I’ve been spittin crack since yeah, so keep it real in a hundred When you chill at the top then you feels when it plummit Motherfucker that spot for me In the jungle too hot to breathe, you will not proceed So you better stay cautionary, you lost already No garbages the cost is plenty, pour it genty, tell just what you feel Redirect and chill while we ressurrect what’s real, caution. From Letras Mania