Lyrics:
that shit
Keep a noose around your goose before I take your bitch
On pimpin'
I'm too smooth with moves
Gave the man the blues
Woke him up to the news
He
at the reflection of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
Club packed up me and my people on the weekend
They’re pouring out pools, but Mike is staying out the deep end
Yo we tend to draw lots of envious
maximize the minimal
Prison Indust' turning Gods to criminals
Forcing us to revise these spirituals
For your mental reviving our pinnacle
This the song for
just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you
Chorus: x2
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i hope you here me now in god we trust
even all
manana hasta la vista sara nara y tu
No tomorrow no remorse no sorrow
And the next one of y'all niggas try me like that
I swear to God man
I'm really
it
Matter of fact you bored
And just asking for the doing
Talked to god
Hello dad. what's up?
Please don't Ask me
How I'm doing
Cuz I'll tell you that
Man, I don't know what to say I just pick up the pen and I talk to myself
Two sides of me battling like I'm just tattling
Sir, do you think I need
lots of money, no debt, all cash
Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)
I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my
a place I hear no sirens
I'm trying to stay humble God
An God loves me cah I'm trying
They can't see thought the fog
Cah a lot of them are out here
my dream has a lot of it
I'm not impressed by pull of the intoxicant
I wanna do my best but I feel I'm not on top of it
I gotta clean my mess if I'm
em keep seekin, but when they sleepin
I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen
I'm just tryin to maintin, because the future is
the fuck did you think
Lookin' like how I'm feelin' today
Brand new shit when you see me on stage
Poppin' pills, they got me in the zone
When I drink, mix
Scrap?
I'm smokin' rappers, you are a L, what's good Smack?
Hold up that's goods rap, pardon sir
I just like good rap, but when I see goods I give his
a thousand shades of white
And a thousand shades of black
But the same rule always applies
Smile pretty, and watch your back
I'm in the middle of Alabama
me at the bagatelle parlour
Friday five o'clock's when we play, sir
Got lots of machines
They keep 'em all clean
Hey, we're leader board bound I'm for
on my conscious
I got a lot of weight on my shoulders
Ain't got a lot of cash in my pockets
I got a dad that needs a new crib
I got a bill that needs
on the counter
When I go to sleep to see if you was dead or down to earth
I been smoking on a lot of kush
But I know time to time I like to mix it with the purp
I
She know I'm that nigga I'm poppin'
I don't gotta flex cause I got it
Pull out the camera she showing her body
New Panamera come straight off the lot
the scale on
I hang by myself who the fuck I'mma tell on?
Get the trap right by the marathon
Mixed bitch, I hit that pussy like Barry Bonds
Mix
a feature (Yes sir)
All of my whips got them stripes like Adidas
And checks like I'm Nike
Your bitch she like me
In Minnesota I ball like a Viking
She wan
I'm in my sack
I'm in my bag and you bout to crack
Say that I'm crazy for taking ya lady
But we never dated
And to that I say you can
Call me Sir
the money
When you take your last breath, you ain't taking nothing
Your soul purpose is to praise God
Lot of shawty's think they men
Mane we came far
From
Got a new Nine, bet it leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied, burnin' on a campfire
Before I leave the crib, I pray to God I won't die
I know
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