Lyrics:
It's funny how things turn out
The future is always an unpredictable one
It's a shame that it came to this
But at this point
My tolerance is
don't worry bout me, (girl I'm doing just fine)
Fam don't worry bout me, (fam I'm doing just fine)
I produce my own music, (I'm doing just fine)
I got my
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
whenever I speak
I know a lot of y'all would love to ice me
Make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy
But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit
Had so many nights when I was, so low
During them times I felt, no hope
I'm tryna blow up just like 50 cent
Get rich or ima die tryna do this s**
insane
I Can't say for sure
Diggin' my own grave
Or a way to pay dirt
All I can say
Hate the game
Not the player
I believe in me
Yeah on myself I wager
That's what I've been doing, that's my little winning formula
Man, I'm in one of my zones, a young conscious mind from the ghetto, let the truth be
are not the same
Only thing i want to play is a numbers game.
Careless about you stay focused on my own lane
Fucked around man tried to go out
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
people take your trust and they all go boom
Looking at the lights of the city
My oh my that shit look pretty
Ridin' round the streets doing 50
Cruisin'
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty
the thousandth time attached
I'll do whatever I need to get you off my back damn
I need yo two cents and what you thinking
I need yo two cents when we linking
Am I
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
of but it's my family now
We can be cool and we can be friendly and we can have our own unconventional family
The only thing that matters is Caleb himself
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for
Me
She knows, what she's doing when she's on the scene
Dope as hell, it ain't hard to tell, when she walk by slowing down everything
She knows, what
She knows what she's doing when she's on the scene
Dope as hell, it ain't hard to tell, when she walk by, slowing down everything
She knows what
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
shade it's okay
I already know the play
But i call a spade a spade cause i ain't dealin wit them
I been tryna do my own thing
Doing things my own way
Gas
ho fresh and press
Thanking the lord cuz a nigga blessed
Keep the 45 pussy nigga, so do not test
50 thousand on my motherfuckin' neck
Nigga tryna
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