All the way from Lo Village
Mic check one two, lets go
Talk my shit, talk my shit
Lo Village never die, Lo Village never die
I'm sorry everybody couldn't join us
Let me talk my shit, let me talk my shit
Rebel Music Collective presents
(Lo Village for the children)
Sticks out the window
Do the dash in a Hyundai
We don't mix this with the juice
This Bombay
Heart 3 Stacks Like Andre
So we don't rendezvous over entrees
I told Frankie get it poppin'
And I got em'
Let's not get distracted by these overstuffed wallets
And IG bitches with the white nail polish
Cus lately I been thinking bout it (Oouuu)
I rather slide up right beside you
Fuck a DM (uhh)
She came to catch these kids
She my BM
Show love I ain't seen em
Niggas start to schemin'
When it comes to them blue faces
Pull up to your block
And then they bleed it
Damn
Like you always hating
Why you I got call 15 minutes for I leave
Cus you always leave me waiting
Like why you gotta do that
Why you leave your hot comb on
We just got here
I knew that you would do that
Many men
They plottin' after me
It never ends
I'm all on front street
And they say...
Keep your enemies tight
Look out for the ones that fight
When you all gone
Then you all alone
Something just don't feel right
Out of sight
And out of mind
Take one day at a time
Everything will be fine
Ey, uh, ey, look, uh
And y'all got me fucked up
I would never allow myself to fail
I will never do crime and tell
I will never switch I'm to real
Niggas like me don't use pills
Imma stand up like uncle Phil
Study people like Napoleon Hill
My girl work on capital Hill
But you know how a nigga really feel
Fuck the whole government still
Kanye confidence
No chill
The world mine
93 Till
Oh uh
You goddamn right
The world mine 93 till'
Okay (Uh) Alright (Uh) Okay
What else you got for em?
And don't they tell you
Crack kills
And when you walking up the hill
Hear them callback cus they want you to fail
Can't see the pain they caused no longer
Taking care of me, talk to myself stronger
And then the one with guns
Clap back when they wrong
Sing the same silly song
For the boys back home
Screaming "Free Blah blah
Last name whatever"
You don't really care what it is
Baby boy get your cheddar
It's like that, Gouda cheese
With the Mozzarella
Fuck a Prince Charming
Bitch I'm Cinderella
With the missing slipper for my heal
Keep it pushing till it kills
Same ones will be back to tell you like okay
Many men, (uh) they plotting after me
Yeah, it never ends (it never ends)
Uh, I'm all on front street
Many men, (many men) they plotting after me
Yeah, it never ends (it never ends)
I'm all on front street
Many men, they plotting after me
It never ends
I, I'm all on front street