Lyrics:
Five hundred dollar bill teach 'em 'bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin' me them slugs bounced off
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
(Are you a role model?)
Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggas with
made it
Talk to my dog, see 'em in Houston soon as we leave Vegas
And I got bros who locked up waitin' to get reinstated
Them boys ain't never been in
(inshAllah)
Even when the clocks off
Car model in the back seat I pulled her thong off
I came from heaven yeah I came here just for u
The interiors like glow
with it's Damu's and Loc's who I run with
left my hood in a hoopty came back in a foreign M.J. in the trap fadeaway bitch I'm scoring certain hoes tried
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
Two AM and your brother call
His words make your stomach ball
In the hood we just took another lost
It's troubling
News of the sons enough to make
family in my novel
I feel so awful
I'm to ugly to be a model
Drown in the ocean hope you get this letter in a bottle
And when i send her money stop begging
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
Okay now all my ladies fly (S-R-T-Y)
I got some bad ones in my ride (S-R-T-Y)
You know my sisters get in line (S-R-T-Y)
May be some secrets 'tween
I hope you proud of your boy ma
I hope you proud of your boy pap
Cause i know and you know
I go stupid when the beat kicks in
I'm driven by love
Music
chill, I love the way you make me feel for real
Baby this the real deal, know what in talkin' 'bout?
Ooh, what a feelin', yeah
Every time you come
me to say how I feel, if I
Never made a dime my hood would be be proud of me still, that's why I say by any means cause
That's my motto, for real,
isn't what it looks like if you close your eyes
cn ocean of you, with waves made of blues that crash in my eyes
Lookin' at the sky, no
On the hood of my
Ah yeah
Witness this greatness
What I'm doin
I put my heart
Up in this music
I put my heart
Right in this music
Witness this greatness
What I'm doin
Models in my eyes like goggles
Pray she swallow, hit up Paulo
Champagne, Champagne, thats the life, thats the life
Now Im In paradise, Paradise
(HOOK)
a gleam up in my eye
That ain't comin' from the Visine
I don't need a pack
To sustain me in a wolf's rain,
I don't need to act
Like I came up in the hood
54 freaky bitches in different area codes
Big booty bad bitches that just love to go low
I spend 2 hours with her after that she had to go
She built
the
Game needs a remodel
Dem no be rappers dem be IG model
The game is a brothel, everybody want chop
In other words there’s always somebody
In it that’s
She fell in love with the glamorous life
She went from hood chick to fame, happened all over night
It was like
all her cards laid out in a row
black in it
Wifey IG model
Through the town
She Louie fashion wit it
OG finally hit my stride now
Out here passing N*****
We the top tier
For peers
in the game
How can my brother say these rented things?
Keeping it real, keeping it hood
And if someone falls, coming up to the game
(In yo face)
in the game
How can my brother say these rented things?
Keeping it real, keeping it hood
And if someone falls, coming up to the game
(In yo face)
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