Lyrics:
before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block (off the block)
Christian, my religion, I'm tryin' not to go to prison (prison)
One shot
nobody cares[00:29.25]Why I gotta hate myself[00:31.03]Why I gotta love my sin[00:32.85]Why I gotta do what I don't wanna do[00:34.62]Why I gotta let
(Yo it's Kobe)[00:20.92]Feeling like Pablo (Pablo) yeah (yeah) I'm on the-I'm the road (yeah)[00:26.22]Huh yeah huh yeah[00:29.92]Huh I'm been
I just don't feel em
It's about action, not about acting
I'm no joke, why is you laughing
Not a sweet tooth bar that's taffy
Ayo 29 time to get crafty
I don't gotta make a sound, they already know (They know)
I be
Smokin' dope in the shade
All my dogs gettin' paid
Under palm trees where we lay
Thank
and never return
But for now I'll just stay where I'll be
A man once said, "If you seek you shall find"
That kind of thinking always eases my mind but
I get
to get a grip cause, my palms is sweatin'
Niggas ain't getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse
Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me
keep recurring?[01:29.59]Run it up[01:30.43]Don't matter where I go always keep glocky tucked[01:31.77]Just in case one of you little niggas want
stiff arm
Where the mayor at?
Can I get some real promotion? Man
Where the fuck my label at?
It's RiFF RAFF, hit a couple lines of rice
'Cause I'm trying
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
& took it off, i'm Louis sweatin[00:48.49]The last 12 Christmas' i ain't get no presents[00:50.45]7 hours to my destination i ain't get your
my people my palm
And sayin rhymes to set off the alarm!
Yes it's me, the B.I.G.
Competition ripper ever since 13!
Used to steal clothes was considered
the ambiance all
'Cause the audience one day said I would do it
So instead of a verse bein' read
I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music
I
the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off
the family shackles
Laboring a man he's gaffled
I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawn
I was brought up Muslim and Christian
I been studying
the subject for years on end[02:25.75]And then I know by heart the most irrelevant facts anybody could imagine[02:29.71]With so many passions, I doubt my
pressure pussy cross the line
Know where we at
Bitch we been outside
Can't get this lit on live
I'm 27 by this time next year I need bout 29
I'm talking Ms
I
let's get a drink when I get off
Just around six, she says, and hands him back his phone
He's got no guilt, his family's broken and raw
And he's spent
throw a Molotov, I'm a- (Uh) , palm
I'm a (Uh) , bomb (Any)
One that thinkin' that I'm Saddam
I'm a period, everything gettin' serious
The beat
ain't no hoe[00:38.35]But if you get her to let her guard down[00:39.63]She gone put on a show[00:41.29]She ain't doing it for the dough[00:43.18]But if I
even know what she'll do when she does it
Palm of her hand, I'm hers in the blink of an eye
She don't take no and I love
She gets what she wants
to cope when I need a little hideout
Yeah, but nothing new under the sun
So head up and get up and get on the run
And I know where to look when I
I have a great longing
Away from here
I have no fear
There is no bonding
Off in the plane
Arriving by train
Leave this city behind
Escape from home
I
You ever wake up one day you like
I'm worth a million
Nah nah fuck that
I'm worth 38 Million
That's what this is
You gotta
You gotta just get it
Yeah
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