Lyrics:
liquor all night, green juice all day, life's all about balance, listen (yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (ayy)
You
work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
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
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
before the beat was laid down
Say it loud and proud it's the NPT
Big up to Corpa road Maesglas and Maindee
This is my rap album not yours and this is
Hey sir, can I get some ice cream?
Well no sir, uh, you gotta pay for that son
That's okay, I got my daddy's money
Uh, can I get a large, uh, vinty
nigga day by day
Aye heavy is the heart but you can't weigh my pain
Ain't ballad from the 90's bet not Say my name
Niggas start turning saint when they
the ice cold been getting with my eyes closed
Ice so cold like in rose gold climate
Put me under press but that pressure makes diamonds
Life is not perfect
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Billy Bass
Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
homies rap, fuck that other shit you think you're doing
But I'm foolin' if they think they care about it much as me
They ain't trying for an album out by
cappin’ never foldin’ (We never foldin’)
Take it back, I know you hate to see me rolling (See me rollin’)
Imma pull up any day that you want me (Anyday that
why I keep a long spoon like a mile away
Bring happiness yo way with just a smile a day
But even on yo best day you still gotta pray
It's gone be times
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
She got a red Range
It's moving insane
And I fuck with Kodie
Flooded my neck
With ice in my Rollie
I was messed up
They didn't notice
They didn't
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
paid by the coal, and how the fuck am I still rapping when
the last check was $20 for 2 albums, 20 songs in 2 hours
Independent, ain't what it seem I
handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
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