ST. PERCY

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy
 We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, ayy
 Young K still posted in the A like a Brave
 No chain, ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang
 Hangin' on your speaker, bangin' on your speaker, baby (Ayy)
 Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (Ayy, ayy)
 Young Nolan, PlayStation, controllin' (Ayy, ayy)
 Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over (Ayy)
 Roll over your soldier, no coaster
 I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over
 Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover
 No closure, never reply to full orders
 My nigga so sculpture, such a short quota (Ayy, ayy)
 Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (Ayy, ayy)
 Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (Ayy, ayy)
 All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh (Ayy)
 There's no love in the ghetto
 Money, money, we are just gettin' get go
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 There's no love in the ghetto
 Money, money, we are just gettin' get go
 Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh
 How you do that boy? Devil I'm bamboozled, yeah
 Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh
 Give us space, we gon' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh
 She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon
 Cirque du Soleil, okay (Yeah), roly (Woah)
 Poly, slide that (Uh), pole, yeah, (Hm) low blow (Ooh)
 Now sing like a dodo (No), eyes get frost, they snow globe (Ayy)
 Stuck inside the corridor (Ayy), make me go so loco (Ayy)
 Major League, I'm Sheen (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh)
 She got strings all up the necklace like a violin (Ah)
 Upgrade that chada-ching, when that venom sting (Hey)
 I sound better than a motherfuckin' champion, man
 Run up a check, run up a check (Ayy, ahh)
 Until I miss, until I miss (Ayy, ahh)
 And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quittin'
 They wait 'til it drip (Wait 'til it drip, ayy, ahh)
 Don't get on my list (Ayy, ahh)
 I'm front of your bitch (Ayy, ahh)
 You sayin' you bad but I watch how you work
 Then I can't be convinced (Ayy, ahh)
 Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic
 Money has never made a nigga
 We holdin' all our money in the mattress
 Fire right back like a savage, chase away all of your pallet
 No I ain't for buryin' the hatchet
 Take a quicker pick up like the bandits
 And it's madness
 Uh, you got big boy money like you ready for war
 You be talkin' like you really gon' run that dough
 You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose
 That's that ice cream, sugar, that cocaine throat
 And this shit gon' bounce like my shin off your dome
 And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though
 And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on Fourth
 But this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? (Whoa)
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 See how real it is, homie
 See how real it is huh
 Hell no
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 Murder man, murder man
 Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly
 Murder man, murder man
 Someone better
 Murder man, murder man
 Someone better
 Murder man, man
 Someone hold me, shit gets ug
 Murder man, murder man
 Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly