Lyrics:
learned from it
The ups and the downs
My Uncle Buddy, he gave me a thousand dollars to make a tape
Back in '02, when I could barely afford a plate
they just don't mean me
No doggone good
My landlady came by my apartment
She came by just to make up my bed
But it took her all night long
Can you
dirty bitch, mop it up
Unfamiliar territory, they was like a pop up
And they weren't down with Yerbi, so we shot it up
Bullet holes in their corolla
Lit
that foreign foreign yeah dreams of foreign whips
Growing up I had a little something but I need more shit(tellem)
Money is what i strive
It feels good
in that bitch by myself
I ain't never even think about a nigga callin' my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball
got the pack the mail and this a good shipment
You off today that no lie
If you at home with no job
Hit yo shorty by surprise
Nigga said he was gone
THOUGH
cND I'M UP RIGHT NOW
SO HE BOUND TO GO
DOWN cND cROUND LIKE c MERRY GO
GOT HIM BcNGIN' LcDY CEE IN HIS STEREO
LIFE'S c NIGHTMcRE
BUT I cINT c SCcRY
the bass drop and hopscotch on a robotic man big as a rock stop oh no he slapping your face in with a massive metal long dong down by the Fox inn popped my
cup full of pain
I pour it up everyday knowing that this shit no good for me
You nigga's is lame
Don't even know why y'all bother to even try fucking
what you call 'em
Beat the pussy up, mortal kombat, peep this combo
Now I'm back in the whip, high like a G6
Damn, you don't got no cheese, why'd you
worth a time
The value is in how much good you can do with your dime
Everynight rollin in my bed trynna think of what I should do next
In the morning get
you in a week I can't live without it
Can't live without it
Good shit baby let not talk about it
Can't live without it no
Can't live without it
Can't
Hey man
It's- it's our last song man
It's gonna be real good man
I'm so excited
Yeah man
I'm just kidding
SHUT UP!
I'm sorry
Last with the fat
Look
Ain't no looking back
That shit ain't good for your Health
I be kicking shit
Got these niggas watching my step
M.A.P up on the MAP what you Tracking
She started taking off her pantaloons, Likewise her shoes and socks
Hold up says Brown, no you can't' do that. No, You can't do that down here
Oh, you
hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
Downtown,
your chops and take time
To contemplate your stall
Every morning, pass by the mirror
Chuckle at your smiling face
"So good to see you—you're
said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama
Bringing a bank back, I got too much
Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much
F8 and it's all white like
still ended up
By havin' no names
Since "Rebel Without a Pause
" the beats were never the same
And by 1998, we still had game, we rocked on
(Rockin' on,
a German Nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
Yeah, today was a good day
It's a real good day to play the hood
Yeah, yeah
(Yo Jamz turn me up, I can't hear myself)
It's a real good day
the view from the west but it's all good
Best believe that your boy will be back to walk the neighborhood
In no time water logged and bullet ridden
They be
thing, you know, a nice size for y'all
We are people yeah
We are the ones left to make due with
The two hands the good Lord gave us
With no resources
competition down
Lyrics deep try to figure out fuck around and drown
Hook up on them pounds
Got a nigga balling out of bounds
In my bottle brown
Shorts rider
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