Lyrics:
nigga, on God, nigga
Big 4L, pussy
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God,
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
B-B-Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
Can't go off
makin' statements (statements)
Everybody 'round me elevated
Yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious (let's go)
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
watch
New ap no tic toc Jordans
On my feet like a big hop
Blowin up gas out da ziplock Nigga I was rich before hip hop
Everybody tell body I'm
A big
I mean everywhere I go like
If I do a show like
Everybody owe me, I’m the big macaroni
I turn it up, burn it up, rockin this bitch
Bag full of goodies
always gon' eat with my niggas (beep, yeah)
Everybody rich (rich), ain't no competition (nah)
She everybody bitch (bitch), slut her, then we switchin'
an underground king nigga
Let my nuts hang
Nigga saying I'm only in get it for
10 it ain't no thang nigga
Everybody rappin like they ballin'
And they rich i see
Fingers to the Opps &
Everybody who doubted Me now y'all see Me rockin
I remember growin up daily strugglin
Sometimes barely havin nothin
Now I'm turnin
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
be runnin’ with
That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side
Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost slapped his
he be runnin? with
That nigga ain't shit neither, he was up at South Side
Big Boi poppin' 'cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost
stopping us, oh no, we destined
And everybody 'round you is so basic
I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racist
I don't drink my liquor with a chase in
thinking of a way
To get rich overnight deep down I
Know it won’t happen I’m just a kid with
Big dreams my efforts seem pointless
I know I have a bright
[B.G. Knocc Out]
Well it's 95 and I'm back on the scene
Now everybody want to be on a niggas team
I blew up out the clear
kickin flava in your ear
Now im rockin wit the big homie sleepin on his couch
Im hungry and i gotta put food in my mouth
He put me on, now a nigga all on that paper route
Chasin
baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said, "Life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little foot, big foot, get
cadillac
Knock knockin
Black bob at your door
Still rockin
Everybody say that
Knock knockin
Lookin for the payback
They used to say ritchie boy
It was a party night, everybody was breakin'
The highs were screamin' and the bass was shakin'
And it won't be long till everybody knows when that
watch
New ap no tic toc Jordans
On my feet like a big hop
Blowin up gas out da ziplock
Nigga I was rich before hip hop
Everybody tell body I'm a big shot
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