“Frank, lot’s of enemies so
Your success took a shot at you
What are you gonna do now?
How are you gonna kill them?
You gonna make them unsuccessful?
Frank, we can be successful and have enemies
We can be unsuccessful to you know? we can have friends”
I better drop this one cuz the money got the mandem gassed
There was days when we tried this for the hype
Didn’t care bout the views you stacked
This scеnes on a whole new wavе
So it’s time that i sailed right back
Set man wanna chat about cash from there plays
And they wanna sit there try play with their cash like woah…
Go f*ck them man, trust brudda go f*ck them man
Most man are in debt now days and they wanna try stunt like an X-Game ramp
They don’t wanna go home to another broke b#tch
Or chat sh*t to a couple grown kids
They don’t know where their real home is cuz they out roaming but there in the zone six?
Hope you’re listening close
Set man wanna try talk gas bout how there living look bigger than most
Cop a new monc coat get big up on road
No
Ima give up on those
I don’t wanna hear another man try talk garbage
Who’s hardest? who’s on road?
Set man will get domed if they ever try fronting their doe
No
Your not cold and you don’t get a buzz from a show your a mascot
No face to face take the mask off
No bright ideas in there cuz the room stays white all year like a back-drop
None of them man try stack gwop
Rhey hide those lines online you can see my notes with the pile at my laptop
Im’a bring that back, fly hecz on a business class
You wanna know how i flip my words? i smashed them books if i did that class
Anybody wanna come and try diss my gaps, i dome up Mc’s with distant tracks
I was raised on the G town side, that dirt don’t mix in with instant cash
Im underground i stay local
And the gang wanna play my tune
Don’t say i don’t wanna help the best, help the best im one of those goons
Stay hopeful man are on pro sh*t
Now we ain’t gonna wait on food
Cuz im hungry mad, run your chat
Go bun your rats if you see man are making moves, like what?
Step back from a man, you don’t really wanna see hecz go mad
I can make a mans lightbulb crack if i indirect with a tyson flash
Get gully on road i’m straight heisen bad
Heads turned up for the hype and that
So f*ck off and i don’t run off, if we turn up gonna hype on that
Them old school nights can’t hide from that
Take mans bike get a Diamondback, in time gonna shine from that
Big chip like can i get fries with that? roads don’t go where The Shining ‘s at
Brudda here comes hecz with a violent track
My words have just slued your ex, set man will eat out for the dine and dash
Make me go mad, bring Bebo back 3 love for the gang
Don’t try to buy hype from guys i ride them sky’s don’t see me land
Won’t go to no mandems house if the beef kicks off i fight with hands…
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JHecz Lyrics – Gas