ANG 258 ft. Jay Shane Lyrics

Flip this shit like a bitch, or a reciprocal A N G, Among no good like it's biblical

They say the situation's critical When the demons in the house with the ghost

They're like, ayy, why you kiddin', foe

Only if you knew the shit we did before Really though

I ain't even kiddin', yo Bitches chose who they wanted in that kitty

hole I live hip-hop and that shit's fosho

But the streets drowned me like it's a living pool

Dug myself out the underground, how I got the sound

In the stylo when I spit these flows I was livin' poor but wasn't livin' broke

Gotta sack, smoke halfs, sold the rest, then go get some more

Knock, knock at the door, then get the dough

Homie not ace, but he slangin' eighths to get paid in full

Chillin' at the PJ's, the shit is cool

Everybody had everything, it's like trading school

Watch out for the heat in the streets

The pig with the bacon strips, you should be straight once you make it home

It wasn't Eazy, we have no 64

But we like boys in the hood smokin' like 60 bowls

This shit is a mental game

But we ready to get physical

And the way that we rock our style

This shit be on lock like a figure four

Back when the homie was pimpin' hoes

It was crackin' from the school to the liquor store

I hear the beat and if the shit's nice

I spit rhymes tight like the first time she get piped

2011, I'm jackin' Schwinn bikes

About to cop a nick from the Twin Dykes

At 15, that's how I get by

Life was fucked up, so I was fucked up to live life

Man, I'm sneakin' out at midnight

See a cop hit a sharp left and a quick right

Posted at the Wicks Bridge

All the homie with the fist fights

You goin' out with what's-her-name

Oh yeah, ha, I'll tell you what your bitch like

Yee, Wild Will, Ghost House

Jay Shane, A.N.G. , 25/8