Rah 2xx - Almighty Flow, Pt. 1
Your bitch see my diamonds she Stuck ina tranceIm in my glo bitch you wont get Chance
Think im a lick cos you know got Bands
Walk wit the pole know its tucked in My pants
Its time Its time that set shyt str8
Since a young nigga i run up the cake
This shyt in my blood so its must be My fate
Get that hate out your blood its all Over your face
720K ima die for this shyt I swea we Got the streets ina headlock
Coach 9 built this shyt nigga brick by Brick
Ina face all i see is the damn shock
Ride with the stick so we running the Red light
Nigga run up ima toast his ass just Like a pop tart
Nigga run up ima toast his ass just Like a pop tart
These lil ass niggas aint got no heart
Cant find a bitch that could just play Her part
With the same niggas that i came From the start
Aint no backdoor cos that bitch Always locked
85 percent of these niggas imposters
10 percent of these niggas just stalker
5 percent left that 5 percent like me
Real ass nigga last of a dying breed
You know everyday ima be with my Crooks
Pull up on niggas they looking so Shook
The streets aint for you you should Pick up a book
You know ima vet lil boy you a rook
I Swea to many Damn times i cashed Out fucked up my bag
Im looking so sweet so i can not be Mad
You dont got no hustle thats why you So sad
9 said it best you better get off your Ass
I got me a stick then i got me a bag
I Swea to many Damn times i cashed Out fucked up my bag
Im looking so sweet so i can not be mad
You dont got no hustle thats why you so sad
9 said it best you better get off your ass
I got me a stick then i got me a bag
Written by:
Jesse Anderson
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