One footer, two footer, three footer, four footer, five footer, six, seven, got a rock
and roll, fuck a rock and roll.
Spent the cross bumpin' lazy when the shop boys was babies.
I was partyin' like a rock star in a hot car in the 80s.
Can't play me, I'm crazy, I wish a nigga would.
Smash a nigga by the flesh and really represent the hood.
99 is fine, I've been all around the globe.
Tastin' his money, doin' him shows, but I carry the whole load.
See, my family is my everything, my money take care of everything.
These nuts, I let them hang, can't nobody do it better than mine.
What's understood don't need to be explained, never.
Ask Ronnie to tell ya, I'm on a whole nother level.
I do it cause I'm the shit shit, you son of a bitch, I'm rich.
How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off this dick?
We too thick type, we'll fist fight when I start shit, how you get tight?
My niggas is known to pump pipe, squeeze on niggas like fuck pipe.
I'm a shine dog, I'm a grind dog, I remind y 'all again.
I don't do this to be famous, I do it for my kids.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my kind cause my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load, bout to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my kind cause my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load, bout to rock and roll.
Wheels spinnin', dippin', open up my slates of white linen, fluorescent blue.
That's for the titans, nigga, we in it.
Christ like crisis, ISIS, we are the righteous.
Fightin' for the breath of a lightning, oh yeah.
Sweat that, technique, never that.
Ready, set, go, gangsta, you know I shed tears as my shotgun steadily go blow.
As we lift up off the floor, I smoke squares on the holy ground, holy now, whoa.
Twenty more days to flip your mind, nigga, you see, can you buy?
We gonna suck up, pretendin' I'm huntin' for ambulances this morning.
I ain't straight up known to see bushies, way up, they need a dushy.
We mobbin' national cookies, fuckin' hungry rookies.
Understand, don't get caught up in my looky -looky.
Cocky niggas get shot, so they don't try to push me.
Learn that, nigga, you earn that, now learn that.
Christ is a peculiar in the building, little lady, serve that.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my kind, cause my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the rhyme, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load, bout to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my kind, cause my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the rhyme, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load,
bout to rock and roll.
Talkin' shit, but I can bag it up.
These niggas ain't no match for us, I've been doin' this shit so long, man.
These niggas ain't got no scratch for us, a breath of fresh air, like I'm new in the league.
LeBron James on these niggas, too much power, too much speed.
Smoke good weed and cigarettes, like young Nobe, I'm still a threat.
Now I'm goin' off that old shit, really young, ain't seen nothin' yet.
Listen to my battle cry, hard war, never die.
Bro, with me, you better ride, suck a shit and never slide.
One for the shine, two for the money, give it back to my heavenly father.
He the only one can take it from me, three for my family, four for their future.
The only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I shoot you.
Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding.
Seven to get to heaven, dawg, it's all about perfect timing.
What's on my motherfuckin' mind is this, these player haters got me twisted.
Rewind it if you missed it.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my family, my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load,
bout to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my family, my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load,
bout to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my family,
my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and blow,
bout to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my family,
my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the rhyme, six, seven, got a lock and load
bout to rock and roll.
Yeah.
Same about the rock and roll.
Hey.
Same about the rock and roll.
Yeah.
Same about the rock and roll.
Hey.
Same about the rock and roll.
