Lyrics:
more than a rope get a ladder
can't do it by the books needa start a new chapter
Gonna stay on my grind make my pockets lil fatter
Ima chef with the beat
ones
Most fake niggas can't handle the truth
Salute to all the niggas who hustle right by the concrete
Don't mind me
Shawty blinded by diamonds in my
Shoppin' for the weekend probably need a new shelf
Old one seein' that I'm good all I want
Old one seein' that I'm good all I want
Old one seein' that I'm
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
True badman no cry
Some'll live and some'll die
Real man kill and don't say
Move in silence every day, every day
Money-making ability
Theme
me
I was workin', now I own the company
I keep money comin' in constantly
My lil' brodie them be having Runtz for cheap
Tryna get it, I been
don't grow old
Keep my feelings in a silent place
It's buried in my wall
Where I can't see at all
By myself
All alone
I look for houses on the internet
I
The old maid's waitin' for leap year to come
The crooner's just waitin' to sing
The old cow's standin' by the Bull Durham sign
Just awaitin' for
a lane
Doing all the same
Needa change Tryna make it rain
Said I'm the ropes but they broke
Hanging by the chains
Choking on the smoke from the dope
If it's a bitch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns
"Yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I
Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner
Ain't no telling who my money for
Got my dope from cross the border
Got my home
No you don't stand a chance
For a second in my world
The same old song
It won't last long
If you can't stand behind the music
All the fame, all
and physically abused
By my father they never knew you see
This end of the road the death of elementary me
Fat and voice shamed in middle school
All I did for
from that bad coke but fuck it, she a pretty hoe
So she'll get by just fine
Meet some guys with too much money and she'll tell them all her lies
Until
fell for the Benzes
Fell for the rope
Put some Gucci on the trench and
We fell for the coat
But the game is still dirty when
We yell for the soap
Y'all
Even if the good outweighs it by a million to one
They still gon' hate me for the single fucking thing that I done
Even if the good outweighs it by
goes in the ends
Man start beef with the kid that ain't good for your health like aloe vera
You never knew I'm a old school legend, plus I bang in
everybody
I'm hanging off the branch of a tree
With a rope on my
This happens to often mental garbage forget
Burn your mouth just like a cigarette
For not
like home or a curse
Back up on the old ropes
Losing options
Some at the dead end
Some been forgotten
Some still living for that God above
Some still
Shaking that booty, miss fatty
I'm electrified, got my eye, spinning like a Jojo
My money fly, in the sky, let the little flow
Time to get tipsy, oh,
with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How
and
To say you're right, you can
Hope for a better life
You can do it differently
Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage
About the people who shot her son
I'm
important, Lord, you know what I am. So, at times like these, I just come before you to saymuch obliged for watchin' over me.
I've learned to work my rope
the old
And you're still asking why my eyes are oh so cold
You should know by now I'd hope
Sometimes I feel I'm at the end of my rope
Lately all the days
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