Word

Yeah! Uh-huh It sound good, right? Yeah, your sucka static be familiar You feel it when they grillin ya Feeling that be feelin like fuck all, I ain't concealin my vibe! Water conscience[?] that will be all upon my shoulder Telling me I could get over With a nine and a C-note In my cousin Camino Double it up in Reno Call that shit Medicino and be out in a day It's lord Tay from the city of the titties and twats They vicious and plot And I ain't I even get to the cops Now I can sit up here and tell you, take care of your health But shit, I'm about to crack a motherfucking fotey myself And find a young, dumb thing that'll eat cum-crane[?] Quicker than a twinkie she could take off the shelf Nah but for real Possess the skill and you shall reap what you sow My brothers Ewen, Nick, and Hairy got shot one year ago Yeah we were sitting in the studio like where did we go? And now we dropping black Christmas for the real niggaros I believe a Real niggaro Gotta ask? You'll never know I give my heart to this jazz, this blues, this rap, this soul You can hear it in my voice, demeanor, and tone Still health careless cuz the fee[?] and the toe[?] Somethin I can't afford with this weed that I rolled I got a hustler's Jones in these bones O'z in my palms Let these hoes just keep carrying on and on and on and on My lawn look like something left shit, ain't nothing new But watch your back, cause I was born to hit a lick, nigga Yeah, I was born to hit a lick Watch your back, nigga! Cuz I was born to hit a lick And I'm out [Hook 2X] Where all my people? Word Where's all my bitches? Word, word Where all my niggas? Word, word, word Don't grab a brew if you spooked or scurred [Verse 2] Nice work, if you can get it, man Good job if you can get it, man Now ask the people if they give a damn The globe is pretty lonely, if you livin like a middle man The price is on the head of my ego, yet still I stand Lieutenant Dan Shittin on folk like I'm Killa Cam Son of Sam Sellin racks like a thriller jam I need a song to make the shawties move their body quick They never listen to my words, they got a lot of lip My music make a lot of sense, and so I'm proud of it Their music got you lookin sick, because you out of it But I can't hate, I know I'm cray Or maybe it's bipartisan These niggas not on my level, they get no lettermans And when it's all said and done, they bitches looking sad and dumb And my women looking fabulous, it's hazardous to stare at them You know we roll stashbox til the last stop And if you be that negative, I hope your ass rot I'm a loner, I'm a sorry entertainer It's no better that these niggas making bangers Trying to make a young duck like a fork at the hanger Finna get my nunchucks for the flex with my ladies The greatest, the greatest! The greatest, the greatest! [Hook 2X]