Lyrics:
motherf**kers should know
Don't make me beat you down
With a phone like Russell Crowe
I flip a couple of shows
Hustle a bundle of smoke
Watch the bills crumble
know it seems strange
So much people taking off but can not maintain
We got so much in store it's INSANE
Curfew International producing, make sure you
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water, you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
Well lets get keyed.
I wish I had some half,
Mutha
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants and all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
And thief out gold and thief
work like employment
I'm not really begging what I'm really saying, bitch, please
You know that the mix clean, I'm not Little Mixxy
Antisocial
Yeah,
"You've got a good sound
but I think I can help you get it around." well you
Take that silver
Throw it on the ground
You should have heard better by now
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
know I won't go easy
Keep that glizzy tucked (right)
I keep it so G
Thuggin by my lonely
All my people look at me
To get us out thats on me
These bitters
can’t fix a broken heart
And every time I’m back home I don’t know where to start
Shit I pull up and load em by the two just like it was Noah’s Arch
Let
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
a resistance
Noted but futile; so guess it's not consensual
You noticed I'm too vile, but only in context, you know
My body of work bodies everybody; grab
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ridin', for real
Now, it's like, you want to ride with me
You don't even know what ride is, look
If you want to get clean,
And even Jimmy Jones
If they get to heaven before you do
There may not be nothing left for you
How do you know the streets are paved with gold
No one's
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your
give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your
you know he's
"Gonna get the night on fire..."
Anyway you put it when you see me you know that I'm the man
Hypothetically speaking who's speaking
Gotta watch the mileage
You know I don't drink woah
But I'll take a shot for you, yeah, yeah
I been tryna hit you on your cell now (cell now)
Actin' like
rope you up like a cowboy, stifle
Your throat with my microphone cord, cause I'm the lord
Of the rhyme, some people say that they can never get bored
nothing like the first time
remembering the memories
Ain't nothing like the first time
or how things used to be
Oh, you gotta go, you gotta get your ass
on the Glock, when these bullets get to flyin' everywhere, bet you catch them like Julio Jones
Your ass ain't hard, lil' bro, boy, know the real you, we been knew
like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
I like you in that dress
And how it's fitted on.
I'm planning to get it off
Soon as we get alone
Ain't answering not a call
Silenced all the phones
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