Lyrics: Aundre Woodland
Music: Justin Dante Cross
Yeah, y 'all know how I do it, man King Perfect, I do this shit for you, my
nigga
Still the harshest, man Yeah, only focusing on targets, man
Wiseman, Valor, Browns, what up? Listen, yeah, uh
Do it the hardest, **** the side shooter regardless
Out the margins, only thing I beg is a pardon
Permanently mark it indentin what I touch with these prints
The vision been vivid, just was stuck in the fence
Let me digress, Willy -style, hang him to lynch
Niggas nuts get tight, mine loose in a pinch
Game changer, damn right I slept with the banger
In the midst all alone, still stepping with strangers
Playing it dangerous, **** safe, dust off the plate
the other side of the cage, only apes can relate
One of the flyest niggas, period
Y 'all niggas ain't hearing it, nickname decibel
Everything about him skeptical
Crypto good Pull him and make him indulge
Ten thrown at him, didn't budge at the judge
A plus You know the model them before hittin' us
Ford tough, built in the motor, the Gator cap
Let's rewind the time, Hitsville, legends was made
But in my ville we was hittin' makin' legends with plays
Fillin' up graves, break the chain, run away slaves
I remember markin' calendars to count down the days
Let's rewind the time, Hitsville, legends was made
But in my ville we was hittin' makin' legends with plays
Fillin' up graves, break the chain, run away slaves
I remember markin' calendars to count down the days
**** 99 problems, mine's probably times nine
Had me shook up, gravitated, rattled my mind
Bendin my spine, sick with it, crippled my vision
Know a bad decision, leave knots, tied in the system
Playing jackass, cool known to smack me a monkey
Extra points at the tip of pen and tail on the donkey
Weak when it's lumpy, love how we get it in grams
Got a fetish for the green, coming straight from the tan
Baby Pakistan, that's how my hood got corrupt
Now the dog's forced to fight just to feed all the pups
Bitches and sluts,known to buck, wild for the buck
So **** love, why fall when it's freedom to ****
I raise hell when the night hit, lock in the ice pick
These new pricks got me fed up like X
I miss the days toasted up, Momo's on the lex
Don't push me close to the edge, you heard that in the message
Let's rewind the time, Hitsville, legends was made
But in my ville we was hittin' makin' legends with plays
Fillin' up graves, break the chain, run away slaves
I remember markin' calendars to count down the days
Let's rewind the time, Hitsville, legends was made
But in my ville we was hittin' makin' legends with plays
Fillin' up graves, break the chain, run away slaves
I remember markin' calendars to count down the days