And the weight of the water Has brought me back to this And the step where you stood As I bleed from the wound How I cower to that weight Still I'll
talk, real spit like, I aint even gotta rap. I'm good nigga, I make hits nigga. Now da word on da street I work for a mil od da low nigga. Shawty Lo in
collab let you know just what you have In your presence, relaxin your skull like Herbal Essence This water's full of dull-ass rappers who need flouresecnts Like the undecidable low
want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
that I ingested. And then I woke up, imprisoned by the walls I had constructed. She gave me water... I prayed for water... I needed water... I'd like
baby, got bitches upstate doing 2-8 for first degree rape but i cant get uptate my name whole weight (wha u seh) like i said my name whole weight (dun
hard The truth of sport plays rings around you Going for the one Going for the one Get in the way as the tons of water Racing with you crashing thru
got me on a flight Since you don' made my day, what bitch gon' make my night Wanna go for a ride While the water's low tide It's nowhere to hide
Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow
really chase so hard The truth of sport plays rings around you Going for the one Going for the one Get in the way as the tons of water Racing with
all I got On the grind I scheme and plot whatever it takes to raise my stock I'm breaking bread out here trying to survive I'm under water with these
don't weigh down too low There is high on the cliff top And there are deep creeks below There's a green shade you can't miss Where the spring water flows
't even find his tongue That's when I started totin' my heat to call a G My family was deep but wasn't goin' in that water with me Right after Mr. Martin
hoe To the mutha fuckin' Fil-Mo fo real though None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter Practice lookin' harder than 40 Water Niggaz all over claimin' they foldin' weight
steering it Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers Now, I'm making bacon Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum Fresh joints we make 'em like water
First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn
soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin'
circle round the proper place (stop), Chrome 45 on me, 9* on my waist, 45 grams show lil' somethin for the 8, 800 dollars half for it water weight, Hell
