closed cannot find the strength used it up now it's all gone where will you go you just don't know you're hiding here you're going down you hear the
(Hook) I'm so mothafuccin turned up right now (volume) Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume) 6riccsquad thuGGed out we don't give a fucc (volume
Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Coressing the flame
crook, the killer, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game The flame I throw
for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down
flame up Scare me, scare whoever shot, before you pull it Better know what you're gon' do and who's who Guaranteed to bring the flames, got that fire
an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an' I done came here
Lous? On yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
on Kevin Lous One yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out
Against the ropes They ain't calling it snitching no more They calling it telling the truth They say you better get down first Before they decide to get down
gram bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit Padlocked down, my niggas won't have
grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all wore down
Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all throw down
Now look at me droppin' three in your dome two to your mouth Leave a nigga head blowin' his horn, with his signals on Don't lie before a snitch call cops
Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em down in
of 'em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a beretta, nigga, I'm down
