Infinite – Gotta Get Mine Lyric

You heard them kids that’s cold as ever
So stash this in humble rivers
Not forgettin’ the name
Infinite with gold frame
Night for us thought they gotta lock this mic in a chain
Everybody wants to rule the world and saddle my name
Yo, we whiping off slugs
Before they blow like 380 grains that fit inside milis
You know the dili
Born God I’m on a different flex at night
Yo everything’s crisp
Like pourin’ guiness down the end of a chaulis pipe
I’ve got you hooked like a cussie looking for cookie
Chop chop tied ‘em with blood in a cup
I made you think twice to this so kick back and drink your whites
Most talks are negative and some are dead while they live
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Infinite – 360 Degrees


Yo, I’ll tell you ’bout a drama
Of this wild girl, for real
She was wilder than most of them street cats, for real
The black Pamela Anderson, Barb Wire or similar
Crisp, like a gold plated dessert eagle she dealt with ya
Sky’s the limit, a lady thug underneath
Watch all the huslters givin’ nuff respect to Shanice
Had mad connects, but half of them would have to risk life
To make a million was the biggest goal on her rife
She just engraved it, small, right on the outside of the barrell
Couldn’t really notice it unless you looked close like choaclate goes
Right by the light post
She juggled on the corner with a blown barb
Bleed you through nights, a couple slugs
Dark blocks always run hot, heat up your spot
Anything done, comes with consequence, sometimes suspend shot
Forever guide you as long you stay strong
The real girl relate to these words, the last don
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