Lyrics:
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build
on the camera
Check it, who wants to disrespect?
The undefeated, undisputed
Crazy hardcore, no sell out
Everyone in my circle is dominating
Sacrifice,
know, speak the streets bro
Only way dawg
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real
Twenty years have passed and I must implore
Change sometimes it fills a void
Words have the power to exist in time
Judgement day twenty twenty
I can tell by the way you called you bout to give a ear full
Probably contemplating for weeks on how to sell me all this bull
I got a cold intuition
Hell we ain't 17
Keep it clean
How u act now
I ain't into tellin other bitches how to act now
In ya 20s or ya 30s ya should know just how to act now
One, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one
Golden Ratio got my portfolio on one
When I'm saying one, I'm talking bout that one lot, one
other ballin' crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed
Nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
And I know they ain't about that action
I'm telling you I'm gonna ride 'em
They probably try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,
gotta understand that this shit is gon take time
Take it day by day instead of plotting to skip lines
Each and everyday gotta work on ya third eye
I am
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
face, go get back, you busy crying and shit
Want to be gangster in your 20's, got popped for trying the shit
I lead by example, practice what I preach
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
and lets brawl at hall, nigga
Straight fallin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty block radius, think we need some barb wire fences
Stop
and lets brawl at hall, nigga
Straight fallin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty block radius, think we need some barb wire fences
Stop
in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell
More powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they
Proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
A to Z
Surfing, come see
Nigga shit, we sell weed
Vessels in town, making moves
Watching empire grow pound by pound
Respect your serve, never settle for
need a statue
Yeah, I said it, who did it like me?
Who want the dice? Nigga bet it
Twenty-plus years, I ain't even gotta sell it
I ain't even got
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