Lyrics:
I'll get my next snooze
Family has been telling me I need to get some rest soon
If I take a break then it's not that long before I resume
Tryna
Family be the first snake
You know it's fucking real
I'm pretty in the face
But the bank account bigger sis
Billionaire baddie anthem stand up
If you
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
And I'm not the face of Forbes
But I'm gonna love you more
And I'm gonna break you down
Build a wall make it 10 feet now
Build a wall and I'll break it down
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
every day
And every face I see, they all turn into you
But I'm just lying to myself, there's nobody else like you
I'm just tryna get my mind right
All
in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
(But yo) this life is the only life I know
Uh, uh, uh
Gold bathtubs, making love to my
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
get old in time
Spending 6k on a record not a soul will buy
Which is scary cause I wanna be married by 22
And if I cant provide for a family what I
With two K's like Kanye's wife
That's Ray J height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light
But I ain't
to be this way
I'm sorry it had to be this way
But Ima buy the building they didn't open the doors
I remember days I used to hope to record
16 hours
half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin'
half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin'
the records they record can open doors
But that shit aint knockin'
I've got the key to the game located deep in my pocket
I just need a locksmith to help me
run up on him 'cause
Nigga he not by himself
Either his boat or mine
I get my nine 'cause one
Of these bitches gon' sail
I can't even trust my
Family
Hey, you are not a baller 'cause your closet's full of Jordan's
You are not a rich man 'cause you're on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
me and excavate me
But I'm so cultivating, everybody replicate me, nigga, face facts
Dreadlocks, face tats, I'm the apex
I made the culture, what
you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'
When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it
But you know what?
(Hold on, hold
don't know)
[Krayzie Bone]
My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
recouped
You're broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you femanine to blackball
I'll be serving you 'till
don't get so frustrated (Nobody said it would be all roses)
I'll never let you fall
I'm not impressed by your pride
Know you're used to doing it all but
Hidin' choppas in the closet
Half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces
Cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them
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