Lyrics:
Hold the rosary
Pray to Jesus they notice me
A lifetime of work
But no effort in knowing me
A younger G
Ride around like pops in 93'
Compton G
It
Cause Y’all Hate Broke Nizzaz Right, We Hate Broke B!$$hez
So Since I Got The Mic, Im’a Keep It Real, From A Young N.I.G.G.A Prospective
Cause A Lot
we don’t clash, I ain’t where your G’s be
I’m not shy and I’m not in hiding (Sheesh)
But trust me, it’s on purpose that I ain’t where you’ll see me
and today I'll make a killin'
Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops
Ha, I'm gettin'
listen
A million stares they couldn't rocky my prism but still they dare
I keep it near 'cause I'll be damned if I'm slippin'
I got a plan and it's in need
For when you roll around in it, a wish is sometimes granted
Beyond the Handes lie the Sleevies, smaller but quite hilly
And on their rocky lower slopes,
Diamonds on my wrist I keep my s*** F*** any B***ch I wanna
Diamonds on my wrist I keep my s*** F*** any B***ch I wanna
Diamonds on my wrist I keep
gloom and doom, why
Make light of the dark
I been through it and did it by riding along
Writing songs
Help me release my emotions
8 days a week, now I'm
Lately been working for free
Hoping that people will see
Not many rappers like me
Either they trappin' or cappin' in raps who they be
Imma just keep it
a rubber cause I heard she was a freak
They say she keep it cleaned up
But I don't want HIV brah
Take her straight to the sheets
Her name's on my beeper
lane
Let go of the past release the back pain
My love could free a woman scorned
Repair a heart that's torn
Keep a promise that's been sworn it's only
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her, don't want her
And if she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't need her
You can keep her
If
the same way
Only keep the fam around me
So let me know what it's gon be
I don't plan on gettin no sleep, while we
Doin our thing, movin too fast
happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky chick fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin' and stackin' dough
I feel to keep it gangsta,
we gon survive
Can tell by your breathing you bout to lie
Came in you knew it was do or die
Don’t play wit me nigga
Ahh awww nah yeah
Don’t play wit no
feel like Flex in essence
Check it drop a jaw with just my presence
Keep on counting G-Y blissing's
Or be less of my existence
Keep my distance from
life changes
The year is 1989, you move to a rocky place
Where the soil is rare to find, and you keep losing your toenails
There goes another one, piss
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging
Feel the fox
on the triggers
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise
When the rout got rocky, rocky rout
It seemed I was all, but not enough
You came to me with a look in your eyes
And the odd you did, wasn’t
They want smoke for free
Smoke my weed just by the G
Left that bitch up to the streets
Keep that mask just like I'm ski
They want smoke for free
Smoke my
Na
Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is
rocky
You know I do it right
I beat it up
But we ain't boxing
cll this back n fourth
Is really toxic
Lurking on my page
You had to block it
Ima
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