lirik lagu ucoby – whole team
[hook]
whole team full of real n-ggas (real n-ggas)
thats the reason that your b-tch with us (b-tch with us)
said you better come and get her n-gga (get her n-gga)
cause if not then she leaving with us (gone, gone)
whole team full of real n-ggas (real n-gga)
thats the reason that your b-tch with us (b-tch with us)
ain’t got time for the bullsh-tters (grind, no time)
thats the motto of a real n-gga (real n-gga)
[verse 1]
living in a paradox
i never slack like a pair of docks
keep 10 toes down like a pair of socks
thought h-ll was hot? come to my block, ugh
bang like shaq did, stash our work in mattress
shooting at your miss
target practice can’t move backwards
if your acting get a clip, action!
police are camera men, laws cause gambling
why pretend they want us to win?
life’s short so i gets it in (get it in)
born to die, no lana del rey
ready to die, keep biggie on play
thats how i was raised, my city don’t play
you can witness this sh-t on a vimeo page
thats why i be kickin’ these flows
flippin’ and gettin’ my dough
smoking on zips of mo
busting rhymes no flip mode
puttin’ on for the zip code
take out your camera
youngin’ outstanding don’t understand my standards
i bounce through the court systems, spaulding
now i’m in the game, mothaf-cka i’m ballin’
police, fiends, cameras, thieves
traps, rats, hammers squeeze
twisted fingers, victims bleeding
n-ggas throwing salt, whats beef without season
[hook]
[verse 2]
every day chase dollars, never do change
bang with my crew man, in a players circle wearing 2 chains
no shirt, show my tattoo game
a prince, no gutter on earth can hold my rain
bout to blow like kurt cobain
drink in my cup, that kirko bangz
you hurtin lames, stay in urkel lane
im hear to murk the game
a f-ck n-gga, thats that sh-t i don’t like
i f-ck n-gga, that b-tch you call wife
f-ck swagger my cloth clean
de niro my character
casino like sam rothstein
pardon me, young nino cancel broads dreams
run with a hard team
i’m grinding, no breaks
cause time, don’t wait
i’m shining, they hate
can’t relate, they fake
in the act of counting, where i smoke my dutch boy
stacking mountains of dead presidents, rushmore
bout to drive in life’s fast lane, i clutch more
yolo, don’t give a f-ck boy
grab a camera and pause, action
living the movie while y’all acting
few demi moores’, i think i’m ashton
kush and ashes
i’m out here eatin’ n-gga, check the pantry
hungry, take a beat and make it candy
i’m getting rich, smoking weed
church on the move, no need to preach n-gga
[hook]
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