Tyson

Static grandma had roaches in the cabinet
I was really broke, I ain't have it
We was pickin' up change out the gravel
I don't wanna hang with no rapper
Young nigga tryna hang with the trappers
Hate, then the love
Then the money come after
Playin' in the church
I ain't listen to the pastor
I ain't wanna hoop
I was listenin' to the rappers
Lookin' for a plug, a socket, adaptor
On the freeway rollin' with the 'bows in
The kitchen like after
Seventy-five hundred just to speak
Up on the matter
You ain't talkin' 'bout a payment
We ain't talkin' 'bout nada
I was thinkin' of punchin' in
Blackwell for the data
I remember back in the Gat, we ain't matter
Now I get paid for a show, bitch
I'm flattered
Need it up front, off the back, I'ma tax you
Twelve hundred for the gun
Ain't no way I'm wrestle
Jay catch a body, that's my twin
I'ma match him
Live, then we die, live again, go and ask him
Been here before
You can tell how I'm rappin'
My cousin Unknown, he the ghost
He ain't Casper took too many losses
I'm just tryna win after
Nigga did what to your who?
You ain't smash him?
Nigga took what from your what?
You ain't catch him?
Most of you niggas rappin'
Just certified actors grandma had to go
I got some questions need answers
Granddaddy smokin' even though
He beat cancer
Got Texaco money, Arab need answers
I was winnin' off the plug
'cause the plug lean prices
If he cross you once
You gotta know he ain't righteous
Make it rain in the club
We ain't even see lightening
Beat him with the butt of the gun
We ain't fightin'
RP's in this rifle, it'll punch you
It ain't Tyson ho wanna fuck me, in school
She ain't like me
All up in the hills with the grass
We ain't hikin' only one me
I ain't worried 'bout 'em bitin'
Cause in the pen writin'
Tryna beat that indictment
Everybody got a gun
But these niggas ain't strikin'
Never gave a fuck about a nigga
They don't like me
Nigga, I was up before they
Found out the price
Turned it on like a light switch
The dark let the ice hit
I'm the type of nigga hit
A nigga with an icepick say what you want
But you better say the right shit
Same hand I shoot
Same hand that I write with
If the money good
I can do a verse right quick
I can't get no money with no leash
You might bite me
Diamonds on me icy, water on me like a Pisces
Ain't no one-on-one, whole gang on-sight you
Twenty-some Glocks with like
Twenty-one rifles
Twenty-some P's touched down from a sniper
Ru don't like the smell
He gon' tell me he don't like it
I'ma need me a Perky
Throw it back like a vita'
I'ma Minnesota like the Vikings
She ain't never seen a dub
Make her way too excited
When you gettin' to the money
Ain't no way that you can fight it
Told 'em add me up
I ain't worried 'bout a minus
In the soul, in the flesh, like the states
We united find him in the middle of
The water like Rikers
I was 1017 in the club, so icy
I was all up in the hills
With the white folks bikin'
I was all up in Texas
Throwin' long like Watson i'ma get mine
I ain't worried 'bout 'em watchin'
Like 4 Pockets Full
Don't worry 'bout my pockets
Reach for this pendant
Hit your ass with this rocket
This Glock on me toxic
I ain't never gotta cock it
Hit up on your head, I'm the man, nigga
Stop it the money in the streets same
Thing as a deposit
Nigga bust your head for a pair of new Robins
I'm one-eleven baby 'til I die
Still mobbin' i was really broke
I ain't think about no options
They can't come and get it
'cause I already got it
Money got thick, so I threw away the wallet
I ain't have shit, but a nigga got a lot of
Prices goin' up 'cause I feel like the shit
Look like a brick, I'll never be a lick
Nigga, you ain't never seen a
Glock with a switch bitch hold fifty-six
Ain't no way I'm gon' miss
Nigga came on your block
Ain't no way you ain't spinned
I'll buy the whole block just
To charge the opps rent
Got a James Bond coupe
Can't see through the tint
Plane goin' to the D, drop off in the Flint
Plug tryna see how many 'bows we can flip
Fifteen in the A, four more in the Sip
Got a chopper in the Charger with
A Glock in my denims
I'll turn into a wizard
Gettin' off all these zips
I'll never ever fold, I can never ever flip
All the backdoors closed
Niggas know what it is try to backdoor me
Fuck around and get killed
Gotta keep on clothes 'cause it's
Cold in the field

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