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Fes Taylor
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Carry On
[Fes Taylor:] A couple of shots'll make a nigga fumble the rock I'm like Jay, I can juggle the Roc, watch So they say I'm Def Jam on the block Even if the tech jams, still able to pop Show me a label to sign, my cable'll watch Earrings what you pay for a yacht, imagine that I don't shop in the places you cop, nope The difference if it's basic or not I'm a fly nigga, S.I., Killah Hill til I die Nigga get a bird, know this head when I ride with her I'm a side better, got gwop, I remember Trynna get along and nobody would lend a Helping hand, heed, I can melt the sand Like Kanye West, diamonds in my hand Every winter clothing, if you notice Plus cold this, like a nigga still posing
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] I used to carry on like Running the streets, acting a fool Stick 'em up, yeah, I'm snatching ya jewels I used to carry on like Clapping the heat, smack at ya teeth You out of place if you happen to speak I used to carry on like I used to carry on like
[Fes Taylor:] Say I changed, crowds scream my name It's Russian Roulette, you play games Say I, tussle to death, for cash it's nothing to sweat Want cop no customer checks It's sex, drugs and guns, I lust for ones Play the ave for it's something to run, I'm dumping you one From Park Hill, never ran, never will Murderer now that Ja Rule gone, but never kill I'm better than I'll, a veteran still My darts might sever ya grill, Gil told me to chill I fill blunts like packaging ville Wild drunk won't crash at the wheel, like Navy SEALS Beef, more gravy to the mills And these ladies act shady over deals, middle fingers up Fuck you too, Wolf Pack what up with ya crew? He's a pussy, that's just something to do
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] I used to carry on like Fuck with a chick, they lust for a stiff They all open off of hundreds I get I used to carry on like Blowing some cash, rolling some hash Make sure a ass hope I go in the stash I used to carry on like I used to carry on like
[Lon Dini:] Fuck with me, I have ya family lined up Shot and hung from a tree Niggas knew I'd be a threat if the right man discover me Killing this shit, I got the whole Shao' loving me From my style there is no equal, good shit take time Like Method Man dropping The Prequel Lon Dini back with lethal to feed you, word is I fell off, you can hate, punk fag, I don't need you Speak Dini through Nicky, anytime or Debo Nicky, Trife pose, set up my nigga Castro Vintage on my first verse, as I'll as my last But on the streets push butter, gutter speak to his kids behind bars Crime blood for all my niggas living hard Tell 'em I'm the truth, but they didn't believe I do crime, get to the Earth, and with shackling beat I rob the streets hard like Earlacker, hustle like my life don't matter Nothing there, to make ya brain splatter, bang, bang, bang, bang
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] I used to carry on like I get it for cheap, flipping it weak Some see the heat, still drip on the beast I used to carry on like They rip when I speak, muscle ya cheeks I was looking for some trouble to beef I used to carry on like I used to carry on like
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