Lyrics:
nigga, ain't it true? 2 Chainz
I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too
'Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we'll die over these
kickin' like it's Liu Kang
Real n****, ain't it true? 2 Chainz
I know my mama prayin' for me, I hope your mama prayin' too
'Cause me and my n****s gotta
cause I lead by example
8 ball I'm a give her the cue
If you ever feel lost the arrows on the walls
They all pointing to Skrillville 2
It's upper-echelon
nigga, uhh
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
leave with 2 chains
Gottem' dreading, NO LIE, like '2 Chainz'
Now they watching on the TL, my A game
No matter how I'm speaking
Really have a meaning
forever
Lost what once was here
It's now just spots
Now the fireworks are fading
Is it over?
Lost you in the summer two years ago
You, you, you
I'm
pulls me close
Embraced by things that once were ours
Always nameless, she's the only one that knows
Got no reason to have anything to fear
Got no reason
forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too much blame
ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)
God bless
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin', I've been
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
to the money
The money getting to me
2 Chainz! Hot damb hoe, here we go again
The bag wei a gram, money all in my opinion
Yeah we getting rich
And we the shit
Little fake young boy tryna bite my sound
But it sucks like two fangs
I'm an ass and titty boy in his duffle bag
Like its 2Chainz
This one for city boys
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
my praise
Even those these days seem dark
Don't let it get 2 ur heart, cuz u know these dark clouds won't stay
Sometimes the sunshine is clouded by
the two strains
Long hair think I'm 2 Chainz
Write bout some new pain
Hit never knew names
Add me some new game
Get neck give 2 fangs
Vampire you invited in
a nigga do things
She just want to be my shorty, be my boo thang
Now my money real tall, look like 2 Chainz
Mood swing, mood change like a mood ring, nigga
players circle was 2 chainz/ who ya wit/ Bernie Mac shit This one for dolla bill/ check to check/ clothes barely fit/ id iron my gwalla still/
Straight
And-e manje ngiya delela, yi skath'sam sok'sebenza
But NO BEEF
(huh)
Smile back like 2 Chainz, my mouth is full of gold
So scared. N!gga who reigns?
Lmo
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