Lyrics:
Really I'm 16 for 16 on this album no debate
Made my debut the best album I could make
I got set back for 2 years I wasn't planning on no wait
So
statute of limitations gon' kick
In before I write it
Yo, am I soft? Only in your girl, homie
I stay myself 'cause I know y'all
Smell phony a mile off but I
had a potty mouth (yeah)
All the girls I ever got pregnant
I trick the body out
Lift that ass up, got them titties did
Got rich and didn't die tryin'
of the year runnin' like ten years straight (what's up?)
Sometimes I feel like all my flowers comin' ten years late (that's how I feel, bitch)
But fuck it,
(aye, aye)
Uh
How many rappers I killed
How many rappers I take their career
Nigga I'm droppin' 2 albums year
Nigga I'm fuckin' a bitch in the rear
You
[ VERSE 1 ]
Once upon a time there was a big diesel kid
Who just got sprung from a 10 year bid
10 years is a long time, he left as a pup
But came out
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
I don't know. Just a thought
They say money running everything, money run the world
Money running up the business, money chatting up your girl
Money
alive in this bitch i'm boutta strive in this bitch can never die in this bitch
I might drop another album go surprise in this bitch
I been dreaming for
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
won't leave me alone said they'll be with me til I die
But raining on their parades I do not reply
To these sometimes girls looking for me to buy
Them
of homicide, nigga
You ready?
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
Where we re-up,
on your fingers, paint on your toes
Music wherever you go
You don't fit in a smalltown world
But I feel you're the girl for me
Rings on your fingers,
is still yet to be redeemed
Woke up in a place where we could never die
Surviving with rye
Nothing but lie upon lie
Mind evolving through all the new
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
their rhymes up
N9ne's a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But
or (wait)
Win win, win, win, win (yeah)
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas ain't shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin'
yea)
God this has been so annoying
Girl needs to get her own concepts for that concept album
I mean, I've had this song planned for years
What, you don't
to jail or get strung on crack
Why the girl have a baby she was twelve years old
Ask the state why the cell's gotta be so cold
And why these niggas
up
I ain't no Matt Damon, but Bourne with Ultimatums
Get rich or die trying so we started caking
I'm doing 'caine but not the brother of Undertaker
had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin' life, 'cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin' me and I can't get him
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
aiming that thing
And you ain't helping the process out by always caking these dames
But it is hard giving up the place where they be shaking they things
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