Lyrics:
nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
Okay, I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
Aight look, uh
Everyone is indebted, yea, and more often than not, I wonder if my family believe in me as much as I do.
But if not, it’s all good
gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through
gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through
No matter how much certain people may try to provoke you
Stay calm!
I ain't gotta live great
I just wanna feel good
Sitting on a lake
Smoking grape
saying shit good, I'll be sealing my faith
Time is of the essence, and our lives are stakes
I hope you know the real reason why I wrote this song
Paradise
the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it
you won't regret
One day you're gonna reflect
You're never gonna forget and you know
All I got is love and respect, look, look, look
All I got is love
slime, we take your work, we take your bitch, you a bitch
My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk, and I bet this missile don't miss
Shorty might got
had 'em
This is the return of the dragon
I'm not talking about, Bruce Lee
I'm talking about, true heat
And it look like you got cold feet
Step into
of love
Baby come through to me and re-up
Whatever you need I'm your plug
I got that good good for you wassup, yeah
I bet not lose you, and if I did
I can
promise
I dunno,
Ima speak to my boy then I'll call and let you know
Yeah I'm on it
Good to go
Ready for it
Good to know.
Where's the first point
of stoppage I'll shoot anybody (anybody)
Life will make you look old like Henry Marie
If winning is your mission my nigga you gattu be pretty bloody
The last
a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live
the inspiration
You know nothing get me going like some indignation
Fuck a bad bitch, this a good woman
Go above and beyond for the people I shouldn't
Suddenly
somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep
answered it
Lowkey typed
Run from it
Cool disguise
One by one
It hurt you most
Dislike vid
For me that goes
You not grateful
What you have
Why you cry
It
Pullin crazy stunts, to get what you want
Yes I gotta say you look too fat to be exact
Gotta 50 G car so of course, I mack
Cruise up to the bridge, chillin
feel good
Cause I don't need nobody else to make me look good
And I keep getting texts from my main good
Painkillers still making all the pain good
I
baby
How much you got
He live with his bm and be lying i got my own spot
On top what god got for Wes a hater cant stop
Some mo of it captured by the game
that went through my inside, like it's trying to find a missing key
I bet you know how good that feels like
Music videos were the best things that I
Walk in the section
She say good but I play the rejection
She wanna fuck but I don't want affection
Say 50 why you so reckless?
Throwing the pussy I eat
showed me)
Now that I'm found, I'm taking life slow
So Heaven come faster (So you know, I'm just taking it easy)
I wanna' be there
Live in the air
Chasing
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