Lyrics:
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by the minute
10k
20k
30k
19,19,19
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Who rocks mics?
Thought was fact
Thought was fact
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
Fuck that shit up
I
D-Floor, 2pm, we were having lunch, say you’re writing hits but I only heard it once.
Ayy, Think I got a hunch, checkpoint 20 grams, sewed into the scrunch,
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
oven
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
Aye
Aye yea
Try to one take this shit
I'm getting over a cold so my voice a lil, na'mean
Album ain't been out twenty four hours
I'm already on this
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can't undo
And over the years all I did was improve (all I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off
New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
Oceanfront
All on company bucks
Studio time of the month
Spittin' a hit for fun
Dropping an album and a deluxe
I just pulled up with another one
Now they'll be
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
I've been gone
539 days it's been long
I got game and I got bars
I swerve around and I crash cars
On the way to school I don't hit pause
Keep
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
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