Lyrics:
y'all got a future (better stop playin' with me)
This mine for life (for life)
No switchin' sides (switchin' sides)
We ride or die, and that's why I
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Horseshit GANG is amateurs
For real, like from a
Real artist's perspective
They are fucking amateurs
They have no idea what they're doing
They just
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
sayin' sounds good
But let me see somethin' money
For real
(Dog nigga, dog nigga, dog nigga, dog nigga nigga)
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your
just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for
what we tell you. The rules are simple. Every day you will be put to test. And those of you who fail will have to leave the show.
In this age
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
I'm doing this for fans but you can put me on your payroll
All my music hot shave your head, Pedro
What's a real one? I don't need reminders
When it
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
Untrue true prediction
New age of speak and the universe will listen
Uncouth, we are moved by
The Spirit's diction
Cruise controlled by His vivid wisdom
so much that sometimes it may supersede
Why we are here in the first place it's what we need
I've given up too much for me to go concede
Doing whatever
burnin' sticks (boo-boo-boo-boom)
She said she ain't impressed by my money, shit, we could tell (what?)
You just another bum bitch with a BBL (ah)
Niggas
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin', what you sayin'?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you
beat
Shit
So pissed off.
I’m done with guys sayin:
“my life is ass,
School is fuckin trash,
People are asshole.»
Lemme show you how I live in
successful
We'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after
Payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i
Don't want no
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
(yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit
you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop,
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip
and that was the chorus
As you can see I make music for the people
Real is relative and we are all equal
I be in the lab like a scientist mad
At the world
the biggest nigga in the game)
That's how we ball out (sexy bitches world wide, what's up?)
That's how we ball out (fuck with me huh? Yeah) (M-M-M-M-Maybach
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
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