My literature is literal,
bruh I'm killin' you niggas in every syllable, bruh
Somebody call
TM, the littler bruhs
Mad cause they too
don't get a similar buzz
Cause our flavor sounds
like vibrators
Phones on silent, clippers,
Scott
Pagers
Put it together, the vote, let's travel
We all put it together
Shoes with holes in them and
tunes with soul in them
So our footprints show no signs of tiring
Yet we on the roll like folks
in the retirement
Homes get ac quired,
we zoned in new environments
Lessendary it is,
and y 'all know the league
I give it about a year,
the league will be the lead
And me, I'm
Von
P from a tribe called
Tanya
Time to pay the bills,
a word from our sponsors
A lot of people wanna talk about me
But see me in person and
put they arm around me
Take pics for they page,
throw tits in my face
But turn around and ring
the alarm about me
I guess I gotta get used
to this public eye shit
I try to do my best and act
within reason
I never thought y even cared about
Tay, but touche,
apparently my dick is in season
And everybody wants a free ride,
but cause the truth and the power of my words can't be denied
Fon
Tigger is still the head nigga in charge,
got all you motherfuckers saying fair east side
With your hair on your heart,
but I see through the bullshit you're selling cause nobody's buying
Y 'all niggas too shook to be y 'allself,
scared to pledge allegiance, so you feign alliance
That's why I roll with the
niggas who get what I am
I ain't got time for you idiots
So peace to my nigga
Don, my nigga
Vaughn
And can't forget my main man
Ilyas
Because they move like leaders
Got the competition spellbound like
Aquila
And we ain't gotta thug it out
You're so sorry, me, I'm so ari
So
I'ma let you bitches go, hug it out
Because I'm shittin' on
your entourage
Milkin' it for all it's worth
like hog and dodge
It ain't hard with my man named
Vaughn
From a team called
Kronya
I'm out for now.
That's the word from your sponsor.
Oh, hey, listen, man
Now I'm gonna give him the top
You stop right there