Lyrics:
niggas like Brett Brown
They all ballers
Keepin' niggas in check so when I
Big up my set I'm payin' homage to Pharaohs
And when you hear me spit
gotta show you I'm the one
Tell me all your problems, put this tablet on your tongue
That nigga aint your nigga, He don't even make you come
Don't even
of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basically because we have no way out
Ah, is that what America really wants us to think
That we
where they never find their way out
Take me back in time with Golden Grahams and Pee-wee's Playhouse
America, America, what we need is some land
America,
nah
Nothing Was The Same by Graham Dreezy
Used to put this song on repeat whenever you kick it with me
You were a good cook, used to do macaroni
she thinks she's my gyal
Sorry babe, I hope you don't kiss and tell
This sweet one stepped out in Chanel
Back of the dance, I made her give me a twirl
stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going
stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going
stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going
Demons whisper to my soul but I know that they all are liars
They work day and night to kill me but they'll all be thrown to fire
Don't you look
the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck
the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck
(YGE, 98+2 Shit, NoLove
Nigga been dissing on the low, but don’t want me to find out (Find out)
We gone ride out (We gone ride out)
Best believe we
Liar, cheater, and a killer
Never meant to cause 'em damage
I'm lookin' at me in the mirror
I see myself and start to panic
They don't even recognize
big booty hoes
Check it out, here's another one
All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin'
All I want is
waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigger
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
hood folk (Hood nigga)
And I dont need a scale for the work
I can eyeball purp, I am not you jerk
Hatin' on me will make your situation worse
You
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
me what to do, all my dues paid
Don't question me, I am bout mine
Inhaling all the fumes, waiting for the day
I make it bro, it's about time
Ice grills
the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me ball out
could make our own soccer team
Steady stressing out got screwed by society
Music industry borderline a monopoly
But we still in it tho
And we still
Let's start this out, new page, new face
Forget the old days, I was running in place
Met this new girl, star gazed I'm crazed
Don't text her too
fronting mc, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can?t rap
I said it before, I?ll say it again
You don?t belive me, ask your fans
When I
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