Lyrics:
One thing I notice as the years go by
U never really know
People on yo side get to leave and they go
Winter starts to come and the weather turns cold
to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit?
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fear computer chips, I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no
bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster of hip-hop
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. Or my brother
this is right
But I just scream by the end of the night
I'm gonna lose with this path that I'm on
And this life that I choose
And I ignite the fuse
I
Back at 13 I can recall
Being young and dumb wasn't our fault
Time really flying right by
I remember back in middle school bumping Logic's old songs
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
it was in poor taste
Blasting is my forte
Not talking about war ways
Oh you dropped an album? I guess that we got some more waste
Back it up, put it in
first album My nigga Greg, executive produced this bitch
Friends or foes, who you with
Who you with, nigga
Time is everything
We getting it, man Shout
lungs like launching a rocket
Album mode, they never new what i was writing
They tried to pass me the puff, i told them i love it green, no mix
Words am
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
pretend
That big bank is always our friend in the end
They shout take out a loan then take out another
My whole generations getting fucked by big brother
So
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
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