Lyrics:
Yeah this The Sound of a man who been crowned
Not by others, by himself
He ain't really need ya, he checked his wealth
Not by the coin
lies flyin' out
Remember when we first met you wit' ya crew
Me wit' my girls doin' what we usually do
You wit' ya game comin' at me askin' my name
stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down 'cause of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
of it
Used to get left on read now I don't open messages
Funny how the tides turn when the moon shines
Gotta spend my life behind bars cause no ones doin
with a name.
Some die nameless.
Close friends'll line ya,
Become strangers.
How do you maintain
If the cars got high maintenance?
Niggas ain't balling.
secretive, doin' shit that no one knows yeah
I'm from the bean niggas know how we livin'
Heard in New York they be movin' it different
Jersey girls know just
I'm muddy down
Coming from the brown
Bitches love me now
Ain't it, funny how they wan come around
Paint it, like they really gon hold it down
That was
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
the stupidest things
But be careful though, get caught up, know what you doin
Fuck around and be a teenage pop, and life is ruined
How ya momma doin? She cool,
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from
doin' this shit
How this shit be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But
Yeah
How y'all feelin' out there?
Sabor do Rio
Let's go
Ugh, yeah, c'mon
Lá-laiá
Laiá-laiá, laiá
Lá-laiá
Laiá-laiá, laiá
Feel
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity
Ah, this is how
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity
Ah, this is how
haters huh?
You Got it!
Fasho!
I'm just the son of my father
A street nigga with dreams bigger than Dre
Raised by his granny taught me how to treat
I gave you most of my time
You was always by my side
My ride or die
You gave me so many tries
And I fucked around, let you down
And you stuck
Five months ago ya left me here
Without a single dime.
Yer doin' fine and everything
Ya own used to be mine.
Ya left me stuck with all
you'll need it
Take care of yourself instead.
You know, how I hate it when you're messing with my hair.
channel
Oh I love the way you laugh, love the way
to back to back to back
With little bro when we found it
I was back to back to back to back to back to back
I was back to back with that Charlie
She could
Senpai the headline, now they dying to come
We been seen this coming 'fore the flyers went up
'Cause I do bad by myself
Retired the cuffs
Completed
to this
All the kids gonna jump to this
All the kids gonna snap to this
Yo, rock it
Little Aaron
How many people understand me that this is
Ow, good God
(I'm down at the club, y'all, yeah)
Boogie down baby (Move ya)
Shake what ya mama made
I see by how you movin'
You could take it,
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