Lyrics:
"You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said "no, you go to school to learn not for
"You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said "no, you go to school to learn not for
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
Cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein
Money maintain
Don’t go against the grain,
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
at the store
I got a box of socks and a million mega blocks
And a polisher of rocks and a couple cuckoo clocks
And a brand new mailbox or a cd by the knox
Dubai, I'm quite a naughty dude
It don't matter what year it is
'Cause every year I pull up to them clubs and I bring them back to 1942
And every girl
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
And leave those KiwiBros screaming like they're on fire
My hacking skills are legendary, don't you know?
I'll pwn any system, watch that shit go
Anonymous
on this wide frame
Whippin' out and grippin' gram, new truck or candy slant
Makin' young girls drop it I, hit the slab bitch hit the block
Hit the block
with my eyes drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga
We ain't gotta pretend
We don’t fuck with you niggas
Who the fuck said we friends
Dear lord please
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
loadshedding by Eskom
Dear God please save me, block everything that will hinder my success
Show me the door and please grant me access
I wanna access my inner
real with you beyoncé
I was hurt! I went down seven
Years on behalf of your hey
Nigga, don’t throw no shit while I’m talking!
I am putting my career, my
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Hot boy like juvie & wayne
But I'm the 7th wd version
So u kno I be doing my thing
Same lil dude from the block
Sending shots at the opps
Play it cool
but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller
than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either...
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