Lyrics:
take it slow
Yea yea baby you my everything
I dont mean to take it there
Play me on the radio
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Play me on the radio yea
Play me
'm the man, yeah, I'm the man
I rock so hard, that's why I make tons of money
Now the payouts and accounts of uncle's frequent advances
Left the family feeling
two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days
have crashed man
I told my brothers
We're going to make something happen
Hard for me yeah my grandma died
And then my auntie died then my uncle died
Then
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
violent they some killers
I was raised by drug dealers
My daddy trappin'
Cousin trappin'
Uncle trappin'
We gorrilas
Bad bitch and she vanilla
Know she tryna
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I
We're uh- recording part of the CD tonight
And yeah, good to start off with eight minutes of mime jokes, for the CD
I want to start off with a joke for
of a movement
Yeah I'm speaking for my Unashamed crew
That ain't never touched the stage but they walkin' they just doin' this
Rise up
If we all rise up
That'd
circle back around
I don't know which way to go, yeah I'm lost listenin' to the radio
And I don't have much goin' on, so I guess I'll just keep keepin'
Aye
Uh
YGG shit
(Nigga if it ain't MAG it ain't work fuck nigga)
MAG send them beats by the pound
I just smoke out them
I hear niggas sneak dissing
here
ADHD I cannot stand still
BBQ tryna get in my grill
I get in the booth and start feeling myself
Yeah I grab it off the shelf, good wealth
My new
a story?
[Uncle Dolamite]
You want me to tell you a story?
[Baby]
Hell yeah!
[Other Baby]
Me too!
[Uncle Dolamite]
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
Let me break it down and show you my skills
(O oh)
Cause I can do it for real, but then I chill
(yeah) they had something on the Internet
About a white
Boy I know you hear me on the radio (Yeah, Uh)
When my song come on you dancin on the floor (Lets go lets go)
I just caught a pass like i'm Julio
I’m rockin’ new fits
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga gettin’ trippy like my uncle Juice
I, want the meanest bitch in the room
The one you can’t touch,
I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, woo
That shit ain't valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Yeah, yeah
I was taught by some G's
Brought up by some
wouldn't get right
Cause I was aware as a square in Delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin' sucked by labels under the table
Mix
came and get it I got the smoke
Niggas jam me everywhere Lil' Snupe
Name up in every coast
They say man that nigga ballin'
Nigga know how I come
Yeah he
of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down
(yeah)
That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy)
That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo)
My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth"
an scapegoats
Undressed and blessed by tha Lord
Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword
Check out tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit
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