| Stalin bussin bitches and hustlin and flippin whips |
| Stayin with them 40s that be’s wit them extra clips |
| Niggas steady hatin and bitchin with no chips |
| I’m stuntin, counting money and burnin them like bricks |
| Real shit, I could give a fuck about a icy wrist |
| I be on that mild white, fair with that dope bitch |
| Stalin selling cups of that syrup and ridin dirty |
| Fuck the police because they know we movin them birdies |
| I’m a motherfuckin playa, bet a ho would never burden me |
| Niggas keep playin… get stuffed like a turkey |
| Bitch niggas get shredded like Beef Jerky |
| Stuntin in my whip and I’m smoking on all purple |
| Hatas runnin in circles, like a pet Gerbil |
| I’m hot on these streets, no shirt no thermal |
| Kill a nigga from far away with one fuckin verbal |
| Poppin hella slackas, nigga blowin hella turtle |
| Niggas is hoes, they be out here wearin girdles |
| Fuck wit young Stalin, pussy nigga get murdered |
| I get furthered dippin in loadin more clips |
| You niggas is plastic like a bag of potato chips |
| Niggas runnin lips and they talkin up on you niggas |
| Livewire play wit choppas, I hope you get the picture |
| Hoes runnin lips and they talkin up on you niggas |
| Livewire play wit choppas, I hope you get the picture |
| Niggas pimpin bitches and hustlin to get money |
| All out in Vegas my niggas is goin dummy |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunny |
| Niggas pimpin bitches and hustlin to get money |
| All out in Vegas my niggas is goin dummy |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
| Stalin steady flinchin and grittin and still grindin |
| Niggas steady heating and bitching, I’m still shining |
| Yep I’m still flying, taking planes everywhere |
| Erry city I touch down, I bring that purple there |
| Went from posted up on the corner to serve fiends |
| To millionaire ideas with billionaire dreams |
| Niggas steady bitching and fiending for more cream |
| Countin 100s, sweepers was strapped with them red beams |
| Getting money, buying my bitches them nice things |
| Posted in the village, the strap was up in my jeans |
| Nickels, Dimes, Solids; I got whatever you need |
| Niggas was trippin, poppin them pills with the Speed |
| I was sellin this coke and this powder and purple weed |
| Give a bitch some dick and she givin me house keys |
| Movin on up from quarters, ounces, to ki’s |
| Steady droppin hits and I’m killin my enemies |
| Playin wit them Katas, them things be Chinese |
| Send a nigga to his maker if he ever try me |
| Yeah I know you fly, but you will never be fly as me |
| Bitch ass nigga, you could never stand by me |
| Niggas steady hatin, they hustlin; they gettin better |
| Me? I’m barely hustlin and stackin the most cheddar |
| Boy I’m from the west, and J about whatever |
| Livewire for hire and Stalin the mayor |
| Niggas pimpin bitches and hustlin to get money |
| All out in Vegas my niggas is goin dummy |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunny |
| Niggas pimpin bitches and hustlin to get money |
| All out in Vegas my niggas is goin dummy |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
| Stay with them bangers nigga and keep it one hunnit |
Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Lyrical Exercise, artista - J. Stalin. canción del álbum Gas Nation, en el genero Рэп и хип-хоп