Lyrics:
ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line
It's the major that the majors wanna sign
They used to pay me for my poppy now they pay me for my rhymes
And most these older rappers hate me
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
they talking with
By the time that I make it ain't elaborating or circling back for some stupid shit
How could I grow if I did when I get to my shows
stock and buy shit I need
If I flash it ain't to get some beads
I can't sign unless it's 60/40
You niggas rappin just to get extorted
I just can't support
me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
Hey bitch sign your name
in Harlem
Motels in Queens
Can't believe
My King sucking ultra light beams
See it
Hurts the worst when it's done by your man
Taking trips overseas with
will be done
Jesus the son
King of kings
My past pain hold nothing
But dead weight by all means
It's all purpose and glory
You hear that ba bowdown
now
To the good old Lord
"I'ma make it some day some how" what you telling yourself
But you ain't focused on whats important: mentality, health
in by the day
Nike checks on me, I don't got a sponsorship
If they don't run with us, then we don't talk to em
We just been working, it's really our
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
a flame, throw up, but you know that I be flamin' shit
Best believe by yourself, you got your life or will we take it
I ain't got this gun for nothin', run
gotta get mine
(Lets get straight to it)
Are you out of your mind
I put in overtime when I grind
I know my worth won't sign by the line
This shit aint
that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
And I ain't gotta walk around with my clip and nine
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his
but hey
I ain't too much into Phillie's
But split a Dutch and I'll re-fill it
And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it
I smoke good trees
Yo
If I die this ain't a game I wont respawn nah
Yo it's some kings that been gettin killed by some pawns now
Gotta get my bag and don't look back gotta
at the tip top
Got a real chop like soul swap
I look good wherever I go
(Whereever I go)
My [?] is up in the store
It's seven thousand a show
That's why
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz
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