Lyrics:
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
niggaz by the twenty
And shootin' by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas
them m's all in that bank
Griff Blake all in that paint, stack some bread come watch me pray
Pray that never die broke get them cases by the boat
Went
too lonely to sing, the devil cut off my wings
I've been hurt by my past but I feel the future
In my dreams and it lasts, I wake up, I'm not sure
I
transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
dream for the future?
Umm... I want to be a queen in a castle by the ocean
In times like this tend to feel alone
Dreams falling down outside my home
I don't need no fukking help
Done this shit all by myself
Every dollar that I count up, that's me
Grew up, lil Wayne was my model
Singing Gucci in
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
they holler
Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we hot like jalapenos
Man, how
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
the hem of the night
Out on the roof over havoc streets
Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss
So melodramatic embroidered by shadows
By the fridge
Blinded by your smile
(Cause) I'm blinded by your smile
And I'm ready to give in
I surrender with my hands up
I woke up in a bad mood
In my fridge
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
We just wanna get high, get fly, get by.
Bullshit got me askin' why
Why brothers in the 'hood still dying? mother's still crying?
Dad's running out
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty,
that's how we put food in the fridge
So, who am I?
Someone tryna live his best life
I just wanna take a pretty woman for a test drive
If I bring her
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
the shelf you lived in
Above where the fridge is, but we never kicked it
Finally I decided to pull you down
Had Pac in the background, pulled the shot
Top shelf feeling myself I don't need no help no
Always did it by myself been out here on my own
On my trap cudi shit know I'm flipping dope
with fire
As cold as the ice, but not melted by the sun
A perfect straight line, drawn by hand
High speed drive
The feeling when I’m kissing with
have it
So by any means
Ima keep her happy
Project baby
Project baby
Daddy was gone
So my mama raised me
Mama went got it
So her babies can have it
Where the fuck was you when I was down and out and had to grind by my lonely
Running up this sack so when I come around niggas frown and act phony
Seen
We prayed for love,
And absent friends.
A bedsit in Dalkeys no womb for a poet
When the fridge is so empty
And you finally learn that
Starvations
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