Lyrics:
lame
I don’t want the change and I just
Want the dollar slashing these niggas call me
Mufasa Talking that shit we
Grab by the collar
I got it you want it
have
They don’t want to play with you, they all want to play you
When money is the topic, they have been programmed to be savages
Brothers care about
They got you by the nuts must got yo zipper caught
They say feed yo brain well this food for thought
I leave yo ass behind like Cinderella slippers
to say
That I do this
All for you
So call me by your name
I don't want the fame
Not insane
Just want the same
Last name
And a wedding ring
And I can't wait
Imma tryhard
Imma Imma tryhard
Fuck it, you don't want it
Bitch, I got it by far
Imma tryhard
Imma tryhard
Imma Imma tryhard
Fuck it, you don't want
goodness sakin'
They want a man who brings home the bacon
Got no money and you got no car
Then you got no women and there you are (uh)
Some girls are
goodness sakin'
They want a man who brings home the bacon
Got no money and you got no car
Then you got no women and there you are (uh)
Some girls are
books by Malcolm Nance
I yelled "Oh hell no!"
There's a problem with this schism
They got to you and not I need to do an intervention
I called my friend
I just love to stack it up
I know why they be mad at us
Doing plays I add it up
Told her I don't need no love
And I'm ready for the rush
She saying
sleeping
You know it's time to wake up wake up oh yeah
Real is what I am oh yeah
Bills they coming in oh yeah
To kill I don't condemn oh yeah
But I still
die in peace
Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally
I destroy and divorce what you eating, don't you hire me
Tape recording my voices
color bills, most of em green
She gone file a lawsuit on me, fucked up her spleen
She dont want me to rap when Im 'round her, only want me to sing
Oh oh
In the town of Louisville
They got a man called Big Bad Bill
I want to tell you he sure was tough
Yeah, all folks scared to death
When he
the Pelican Bay
You don't want to step in my cell
I eat your ass for real
Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick
Most rappers flex up, they
me back? Feel like a ball player Gianni's or kyrie stand on what I believe don't care if you stand by me I be liver than 3rd rails on NYC tracks Ya
what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin' money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it
and the old heads they scared
On a thread it in vanity fair
Pride before the fall
But do ya really care
Haters run they mouth
Don't want peace
Oh they
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
(Jello!)
I had to question the way she was looking at me, I asked and then she froze
I could just tell by the way she was looking at me she wants
a hater but his girlfriend Trynna have sex with me
Thought you were the one even thought about a wedding ring
Now I'm by my lonely and I'm on to better
can get lit, ho, do what I want to
I can keep taking these drugs
'cause I want to, yeah
She want wedding ring, yeah
Can't buy that bitch no wedding
Diss my loved ones you know someone gotta die
I know niggas out here getting high, 'cause they just got a nigga knocked off
I been getting money, don't
Don't know what is fake don't know what is real
Leaders are capping not fitting the bill
All of our lives they put us infront of a screen to deceive
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good,
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