Lyrics:
something to play with (x3)
You got nothing!
Can you believe how we're perceived by the strangers
Holes in my Chuck Taylors, must be so dangerous
New
could play cool with it
Or I could act a fool with it, ain't got shit else to prove with it
Look how I move with it, I'm so in tune with it
No telling
books ain't cool no more (no more)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America you know
a Blu-Ray
I bought Versace shades from Ray
Put a 'tato on the K
It gon' be loud anyway
The Migos life, you think, a maze
But really, my nigga, we
East
Bro by my side we speak the truth I'll die by my words I'm the last rap martyr
Nigga please, I dominate MC's like JME man get crushed by my MC
to every track I speak on
When I look at her body man the shit is in peak form
We gon' turn up and get our drink on
Wonder how many hops it take her to get
The ancient words from Socrates
And while we steady dropping these
They act like we monstrosity
But we don’t commit to no sodomy
You can just ask my bottom-b
been to be silent
Unless they want the shaolin
I came into this game and ate with no one to make my plate
Said my grace, figured that they must not know
a bunch of used nails
We grew up in the church together nigga
Sunday school
Now I heard you off into jackin' nigga
That ain't even cool
I used
always be crew
But we ain't kids no more
So with that said
I wish you the best
And you can get that bread
As soon as they cut this check
I see where your
Well if you love you girl
And wanna keep you girl
Don't be walking up and asking me to meet you girl
Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to girl
the fun was over when we got to high school
Cause it was time for gettin girlies, so we had to be cool
We had a lotta girlies, and our friends were
the fun was over when we got to high school
Cause it was time for gettin girlies, so we had to be cool
We had a lotta girlies, and our friends were
so I fucked up school
No rules, the gold they were giving was fooled
I was hotheaded but now I am the cool
So I'll have my chaining day wheres my
I don't wanna think about it
It's the last time that I'll speak About it
I'm not gonna cry about it
No
You were supposed to stay right Here by my
no, no, no, no, no
[Chorus: x2]
How can I be living a dream
Where the people playin' the same game
Makin' a nightmare for me
And it's cool but
niggas broke can't speak to me
Can't meet with me cause talk is cheap
I need the paper Andale
Lil brother hop in the coupe
Call up my goons we don't play
me beef
Red gold and green we nah eat no meat
Keep you eye on the prize till the day we are free
Stop living in the lie
Stop pretending to be
Start
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
homie you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to
Her I'mma be like cousin
Believe me man this is how them
Playas do it in the Chi
And plus we got
property
Stop all the back and forth we just gone let our pockets speak
Need the cheese
Need the bread
Need the broccoli
Two hundred and then go collecting
lyin', don't ask me
I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll, just hope I don't crash it
But hey, if I do, it will be a blaze of glory
Engulfed by
[Biz Markie]
Huh?
Yo this is funky!
We gon' get down to the point
And I'm just gonna say - I'd like to thank my man Rashad
But we gon' get down
the basement
Trapp had a new flow, said La La La
I could hear it in my head, said Fye, Fye, Fye
That's fway, I can't have it no other way
I like that today, we
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