Lyrics:
I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
(Narcos)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Cop-cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
These niggas they just want the cake
Them niggas staying with you when you got
All the money what happens when it go away
He said he wanna come kill me
know, it makes your day to watch me tear up for you
I'm still hopeless, & think I can get through to you
& that's what we call 50 shades of pain
When
the hood saying "50's Grimy"
'Cause they hit me with consignment and
Now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it
My watch is yo whip
And I can cop
by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold
down, I sell low for ounce
See this for adults who say where you from
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck with them
can't)
I ain't on takin' breaks, I will when I'm up like fifty M's (M's)
They never seen fifty grands (no)
They never seen fifty bands (never)
By
over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black
Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know
nigga)
Me and you not the same, nigga (no)
Sippin' lean kill my pain, nigga
(lean, lean) strip club make it rain, nigga
I flex 'cause they wanna hate on me
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
find it
School for the Weeaboo
Bookbag made by Prada
Yeah, I fucked the sensee
Graduated wit honors
Catch me in the stall
I'm dealin study guides for
puddles, they sunk
They still sleep on me like they live in a bunk
Still out to kill these niggas on a hunt
Soon enough I'll be making 50 bands a month
I
to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know I'm gunna get em'
Raaaaa!
[Chorus: x2]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in
used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hair piece?
I
Tre made this beat
If this nigga do his thing on my dawg I'm gonna kill him
Got some nigga behind that wall ain't coming home they gonna get em
Some
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
They say it costs a half cent to kill a nigga
Nothin but a half cent to bury one
Family full
nah, nah
My nigga, they can't kill us all
I watch murder documentaries every single night
Fifty episodes in, they never called it white on white
the industry
Literally, I don' been shot at, like 50 Cent
Fuck niggas having them feminine tendencies, really you niggas just envy me
Niggas be sneak dissing,
the same thing for
Me that my cougar can
(yeah, yeah, yeah, hey)
No hesitation if a nigga run up on me
I ain't playing I'mma shoot his ass
Barrel extra long
protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name cause nigga I get around
gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride, there's gonna be some real
get outta line with me
Or it's a drive-by
My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me
Y'all saw the movie Venom, right?
Well despite a man (Spider Man)
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
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