Dope fiend at the door he tryna score
I said I showed up with my niggas please don't
Make me
Arradon Arradon Arradon
Dope fiend at the door he tryna score don't let him in
I, ain't got what he want but later on can try again
I, Showed up just to kick it boy don't make us punch you down
All that yappin lead to scratching if it's action say it now
Ima make it home to Tree
I'm bringing bread I'm bringing knowledge
Racing Paris on the freeway we on our way to Dolla$
They shot KC through the door
I know Truman wanna call em
Plus that man just had a son
And that's the last time he saw em
Rest in peace
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
Moving at a pace I got that bass
I know you smell just what I'm cooking
Aye
So park it crooked
Come and shop with me
I got philosophy's and bullets
That's them Washington's
You Don't see them dollars you ain't looking
Swang
Skrr skrr. Love it mayne
In winter times we ovens mayne
Heat up the crib
This why I'm hot discard the mims
You came to shabba ranks
I came to buy a crib and sell a crib
We came from nothing to do big thangs
Young sensei's
No 5 precenter mayne that's more like what my tint say
I'm right behind it tryna get this gwala 10 ways
Kat daddy made it home
Out the pen survived the struggle
To get Killed by a hater that ain't want a thang from em
Mayne I'll tell ya
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
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Dope fiend at the door he tryna score
I said I showed up with my niggas please don't
Make me
Arradon Arradon Arradon
Dope fiend at the door he tryna score don't let him in
I, ain't got what he want but later on can try again
I, Showed up just to kick it boy don't make us punch you down
All that yappin lead to scratching if it's action say it now
Ima make it home to Tree
I'm bringing bread I'm bringing knowledge
Racing Paris on the freeway we on our way to Dolla$
They shot KC through the door
I know Truman wanna call em
Plus that man just had a son
And that's the last time he saw em
Rest in peace
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
Moving at a pace I got that bass
I know you smell just what I'm cooking
Aye
So park it crooked
Come and shop with me
I got philosophy's and bullets
That's them Washington's
You Don't see them dollars you ain't looking
Swang
Skrr skrr. Love it mayne
In winter times we ovens mayne
Heat up the crib
This why I'm hot discard the mims
You came to shabba ranks
I came to buy a crib and sell a crib
We came from nothing to do big thangs
Young sensei's
No 5 precenter mayne that's more like what my tint say
I'm right behind it tryna get this gwala 10 ways
Kat daddy made it home
Out the pen survived the struggle
To get Killed by a hater that ain't want a thang from em
Mayne I'll tell ya
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
I said I showed up with my niggas please don't
Make me
Arradon Arradon Arradon
Dope fiend at the door he tryna score don't let him in
I, ain't got what he want but later on can try again
I, Showed up just to kick it boy don't make us punch you down
All that yappin lead to scratching if it's action say it now
Ima make it home to Tree
I'm bringing bread I'm bringing knowledge
Racing Paris on the freeway we on our way to Dolla$
They shot KC through the door
I know Truman wanna call em
Plus that man just had a son
And that's the last time he saw em
Rest in peace
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
Moving at a pace I got that bass
I know you smell just what I'm cooking
Aye
So park it crooked
Come and shop with me
I got philosophy's and bullets
That's them Washington's
You Don't see them dollars you ain't looking
Swang
Skrr skrr. Love it mayne
In winter times we ovens mayne
Heat up the crib
This why I'm hot discard the mims
You came to shabba ranks
I came to buy a crib and sell a crib
We came from nothing to do big thangs
Young sensei's
No 5 precenter mayne that's more like what my tint say
I'm right behind it tryna get this gwala 10 ways
Kat daddy made it home
Out the pen survived the struggle
To get Killed by a hater that ain't want a thang from em
Mayne I'll tell ya
May not be top 5 but you honorable mention
Would've love to see you shine but then hataz took ya.
We miss you in these streets yea yous a legend nigga
Had to tip my English for the blessing in ya
All I got for you is real don't bring the extras witcha
That shit wasn't a loss it was a lesson to just
Stay out the way.
Stack up my paper
Gun off safety
Don't try to play me
Writer: Kevin Arradondo
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