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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTwo Six
Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas—If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I might just be the presidentPleas with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevanceWe know your shit is droppin'We ain't coppin' what you sellin' usBitch, you was good in schoolWhy you hidin' your intelligence?I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you failin' usPlayin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletonsDon't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidenceRolls RoycePlease don't sell these rappers no more CullinansThey unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'Come in, boyI'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of themTwo six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nemHe got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my governmentWhen I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)Outcast but I was never cast outI'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash routeLike a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)It's a real good chance he's a—Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildBitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XLNiggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougieI got standards, niggaI damn near can't even stay at the manor, niggaThat shit feel old to meMy cribs, they never get sold to meThem bitches get built for meLike cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfullyAnd I don't want 'em to kill for meAnd I don't want nobody gettin' killed for meNigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your laneIn the nineties it was crack cocaineNowadays it's clout and fameNiggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgraceY'all ain't even gettin' no bagsY'all call 'em bags, but my type of bagsThey can't even fit in the backI'm the future of this rap shit, niggaFuck everything that I did in the pastI'm blowin' it out the waterIf the times get hard, I just go harder, niggaTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)Two six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wildTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild, bitchTwo six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy)The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smokeI couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the SunBut I come to a glimmer of hopeA thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slumsAdjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumbSome days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbsTo place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numbBe careful of the devil and the melodies you humSmilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the youngI was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huhBut I knew I'd find me a wayFell off and fell on my faceBut I knew I'd find a way
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