G-$antana - What's Up!

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Niggas always talk slick, but I got to stay calm
See I'm trying to change ways, so I be smoking on strong
Got big gas I call it Kong, I be in a booth with a raw
These niggas don't want war, this not no lullaby song
See Santana on a mic, yeah a nigga taking flight
I be always thinking that it's night
But 2018 is mine, 2019 is too
Same thing with the crew
Racking, racking up the numbers
This is what we 'posed to do
My attitude is like BB, Bill Belichick that's a pat
Only thing that matters is a ring
We just trying to go back to back
Congratulate myself pat my back
Black Russian presidential pack
Couple hundreds in the back pack, legal money and its all from rap
Darkskin just like a villain, so you know a young nigga chilling
Yo Sleazy you know I kill it
I'm homicidal for this culture nigga
I hate these fucking culture vulture niggas
I'll spin you 'till you fucking silly nigga
I feel like Nipsey I'm a spitta nigga
I be facing crackers 'till I'm silly nigga

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Uh
See I been floating in this water since I barely could swim
I tried to learn the breaststroke, backstroke in a day
Lone star up in the sky looking down from above
Be smoking on this Mary Jane so I'm as silent as fuck
Yeah I'm all up in the cut rolling doobies up never gave a fuck
(Hold up wait)
This is why I roll this is why I toke damn there every day
This is why I rhyme (Rhyme)
This is why I'm fly (Fly)
This is why I'm high (High)
But check the damn vibe
I rather hustle than to have a job
Couple ounce, mason jars
Two twenty for the onion dog, point fives go for ten up north
I remember selling tickets in the snow, just so I can go promote a show
Half a zippy bring it for the show, bring it just 'cause it adds the flow
I be off the oxy feeling kind of cocky
My rise in this game like Kawasaki
Niggas full of envy so they trying to pop me
They just mad cause the devil cant even stop me
Niggas biting off my work, but they still cant copy
Nothing better than original, word to Gotti
Every flow seem the same, but I'm riding narley
Peter piper with the mic, I might rock the party
Little bitch

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Written by:
Jalaal Myers

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