The Type (feat. Prodigy)

Yea

Four

Yea

Yeah

Not yet

Yeah

Uh

Let the lil homie kick it

In the auto shop wit us

Long as he can make store runs

And keep his mouth shut

Same way I came up

All my triple Os was hood famous

Nice guy surrounded by wolves

Wild, dangerous

That's why I gained this cool

Walk this talk

You tryna duplicate and make tools

All ya do is make fools of yourselves

Underground jewels

Test the copper pot

Wilder than a wishing well

Never dis niggas n fail

Tryna get closer to the jet code

But it will never be deciphered

By a rookie pilot

That why is sit

Opposite the driver, 63 impala

Bad bitch, chain steering wheel guiding

Im out the window sky watching

Plotting as usual

Thats what im doing when im quiet

Can't remember shawty name

But she had that loud pack

The other night In Tallahassee

And I thank her for that

Fine freaky sending snaps

Wit her legs behind her back

In the wii hours of the morning

Picture mailing it she horny

But love im tryna fuck wit dis money

We bust raps like we bust bust gats

We the type of people that don't bury the axe

We bust raps like we bust bust gats

We the type of people Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regals

(Prodigy)

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people that don't bury the hatch

Hold up

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people Chevy's and GMCs too

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people that don't bury the hatch

Hold up

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people Chevy's and GMCs too

Fuck it it's the life of a shooting star

Gotta move smart

Can't get caught slipping

They all wanna see me fall

Take my punches like a troop

But take my losses as a man

It come wit the territory

Take tha good wit da bad

Throw the dice, watch em tumble

And they land so big

Everything is not strategic

Sometimes we risk our life

Sometimes we risk our love our money and our freedom

That bullshit we feed it

To see if you gon eat it

In NY we manipulate naive dummies

We beat you on the head

It's just game we be running

Sometimes but most of the time we don't play

They can't figure us out

We like it that way

The road to the riches so long

Our feet catch blisters

All these crabs in the bucket

Pull you down tryna get up

Everyman for theyself

Every woman want bags n shoes

We the type of people that'll find you

We bust raps like we bust bust gats

We the type of people that don't bury the axe

Order

We bust raps like we bust bust gats

We the type of people Cutlass, Monte Carlo, Regals

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people that don't bury the hatch

Hold up

We bust raps like we bust these gats

We the type of people Chevy's and GMCs too

We the type of people Chevy's and GMCs too