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Tom Chambers feat. Kowledge The Pirate
Roc Marciano
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Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
Get in my way
Shots from the AK
Shit gon' spray
Get in my way
Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
We don't play
Don't get in my way
Get in my way
The money green but now it's blue
I'm a phenom who feed lies to the youth
Still rock the cream Fila's with the strings loose
Don't think of me when you mention these nincompoops
I'm the truth
Hit you and leave you nuked
You go hula hoop through a fruit loop
The root of all evil is to love and loot
My brothers wasn't moved
The stacks of hundreds and the duffel you look loveable
We ran off to be a couple cause that's what true lovers do
Fuck with no rubbers in the W
Can't trust motherfuckers above the room
Once you get comfortable and remove your running shoes
Run through these new dudes like some food
Don't get stuck in your tubes
I can smell the blood in the pool
Coming from wounds
Change the color of the lagoon hun I'm becoming cruel
Nothing's new under the sun and moon
It's rough where I'm from
You might wanna take the gun to school
Only a fool would assume that these thugs will adjust the rules
I'm sorry to bust your bubble but I'm a stubborn mule
I refuse to coon for some fucking views
Fly your head like a kite
Stretch the white on your bread light
Breath is life
They ain't salute max until they gave him 75
What good is the credit if you can't get it while you alive
Niggas love to dick ride when you die
It's just props it ain't a blowjob my guy
Pops was wise watch who you idolize
You know what they say about an idle mind
So don't hop over the rightful line
Nigga
Nigga
Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
Get in my way
Shots gon' spray
Get in my way
Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way
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When it was 17 a gram
If you shave it right you can make a yard
Mix the yay with the baking soda to make it hard
Michael Goyard on the scarf that's a start
I play my hands like a card shark
Palm the ace of hearts
Made my mark without taking part in the dark arts
We don't partake in any cake that's made with bacon lard
In any shape or form
They some broads playing gangster lord
Chains on like whores put makeup on their flaws
If your source is abroad then we all on the same accord
No change or coin can put these boys on this train of thought
Champagne corks on the car yo
Lady play with my balls cause I ain't one to make small talk
Especially baby not while the game is on dog
They say I'm the greatest
It's not to be taken with a grain of salt
Motherfucker that's a Fendi
I bust my gun 'less empty
A hundred round drum this could be lengthy
MCs sent to me on one bent knee
"Heavies the head" they said when they met the king
Strawberry crush red promethazine
17 Different revenue streams
I'm a much better pedigree
The last thing said to me from an enemy
Made me want to bulletproof everything
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Pirate
Cost me 15 grand to bulletproof this cut
New York Giants
It's gonna cost me more
Listen
Bullet
The type of shit we on
Don't give a fuck about your small town
Or them little blocks that you hustle on
I remain poised
My 40 cal make a loud noise
All my niggas is cocaine cowboys
Don't make me shoot up your one horse town
Have intercourse with your bitch then drive my Porsche around
Have my enforcers lay my gangster down
72 Ounces a few pounds of loud
Any drama king keep a street sweeper to control the crowd
Go to your local strip bar throw a couple thou
Put some fiends on the corner have 'em hand the samples out
Give your team 36 ounces and tell 'em break it down
When the product's right and the ticket's good
You might see me in a hooptie supplying your hood
In the kitchen with them fumes
Couple fiends dirty needles and spoons
Bitches in different rooms shitting out balloons
I don't think you niggas in tune
I'm on a different frequency
Street sweeper don't fit beneath the seat
The spliff we hit it was dipped in PCP
Thieves stole bricks from the chief's teepee
Flee the scene but didn't get off squeaky clean
You must be completely green
My hood wild like Caprini green
Shit don't come easy
Everything you see is covered with graffiti
Your queen rub the meat to summon a genie
Being I'm somewhat of a deity
She gon' kneel to me like these Jesus feet
It's all written this is preconceived
Even the priest gon' crease his knees
To kiss the VV's and the pinky ring
Bona fide hustler but I still chop the shotgun like a buzz cut
That's for when push come to shove
You're thrown under the bus pretty much
It's litty
This all come from the left titty bruh
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