I use rhymes

歌詞

(1 Da Boy) I got a little trouble on my chest, right now Mark ass niggaz, don't wanna let me go round What's wrong you mad, because I'm on feet now Fucking around with this, will get you killed uh-huh Now that's gangsta, that's the only way I say it I say it because I mean it, and I'm meaning what I said Y'all niggaz don't really want, trouble from me I catch you young pimp, and break both of your feet Make you sniff paint thinner, till your nose start to bleed And if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your knees I'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3 Where fake niggaz get cut, like a shirt with no sleeves Cause that's me, pushing a big body U-V And that's me, keeping the spot H-O-T And that's me, I represent that A-V-A-R-I-C-E whooo (Hook - 2x) I use rhymes my nigga, to express myself It all comes to the line, when I'm by myself It's do or die right now, cause I'm for myself We slowed it when you jamming this, here by yourself (Lil' Keke) Where my down South soldiers, lightening up doja 1 Da Boy, Lil' Ke man I swear we done told you The streets is dangerous, better pack your weapon Nobody got a gun, then your click half stepping Texas Mafia, nobody is stopping you You better slow your role, cause my killas is watching you Herschel Wood to the Tre, collecting pay How they ride AK's, stay prepared to spray And the street sweeper, hits so deeper Writing bar after bar, cause the words reach you Verbal assassin, you know the flow be blasting I wanna get my bread, is all I'm asking Respect the G-Code, Lil' Ke so cold Trying to get my loot, cause it's right up the road No time to be wasting, my bad fa sho Like Christopher Wallace, I love the do' (Hook - 2x) (1 Da Boy) Be wise each nigga like me, show up I told them boys, that 1 Da Boy gon blow up But them haters didn't like that, true that Sell a million copies, I lay em over blue dat I ain't bringing my style, I ain't bringing my skills But I got the skills, to pay my whole click bills Now what's the deal punk, you got beef let me know 1 Da Boy kicking in your front, and your back do' I ain't no punk mark, bitch, hater or a hoe If you aggravate my mind, your head slammed to the flo' Cause I'm a hard hitting thug, that's about my scrill Always scheming in my brain, how to make a quick mill Now what's the deal, I'm keeping it low but real steel 1 Da Boy on top, of the world now do you feel The hits that I spit, on this track support shit Avarice taking over, ain't no and, if's or misses (Hook - 4x)