Lyrics:
know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
[Sauce Money]
No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
Whenever I drop hits, you don't
hold up nigga
Let me see ID
If I'm by my lonely
And I get to smokin and drinkin
I do it to past time
She say she love you
And that is a lie
And you know
You like to have conversations with ego and pride
Honesty that's why you broke
Think it's a joke but I promise you don't want no smoke
You lack
niggaz steady sangin
I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?)
I'm in a state of paranoia
How many niggaz in the six-by-six
Fin' to get, some time
hard for is another’s hobby
Everybody don’t get to be somebody
You can never give love without your whole body
R.i.p to hearts in the kids bodies
'm the greatest
But I shy, away from my pride
But I don't care
I just keep doing this shit and ride
Jay-Z maybe
I didn't get to where I got to by being lazy
other suckers
Work for me, I'll work for you
Same time like Chris Tucker
I stand on that like E-40
I ain't ever been no buster
Been through the trenches
We be facing the end of days
Rays of hope are seldom but I praise
All you brave motherfuckers like Tucker
Angry at the collapse and unable to face it
the poor. Come on now ...
Ah, please don't pass me by,
well I've got to go now friends,
but, please don't pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can
straight
What? I'm losin' you?
Oh I forgot he delusional
That's a Cass' trait
I ain't wit' the internet beef
Don't want police knowin' i'm a wolf
Ain't worry
stars
On that bullshit like Dennis Rodman
I be countin' all my numbers
You don't want them problems
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by
We heard o' ya bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit
We murder ya! Biatch!
Run up in ya crib snack up
Ya kid then murk yo Pa
You don't know what I do to ya! Uh
of this ZUU shit, never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy, there's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you
the end
I don't want you 'cause you built like ten
I'm one of the best, go make your mess
'Cause I really, really don't want friends
I ain't ever liked you
Ya arms come up short
With you box with a god
My mask off I don't have a
Façade I keep it solid
What a round of applause
I want actions more than
you, girl)
I want to be more than just your friend
Don't you know (Don't you know), don't you know (I need to be loved by you, girl)
There you go
who goes by the name of C2
Wow. What a bizarre story that was indeed
I don't know about you guys up there in the booth
I think I'm going to go cop that
can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there
C. Delores Tucker, you want to quote the scripture
Every time you hear nigga, listen up sista
I met up
Maybach was way back
Now you got nothin' to show for
(chauffeur) it whatever I want I go get
Paid for, I ain't owin' shit
Drop a check, you in debt
That's
want a four wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynrd, Kid and Straight
Some people look down on me
But I don't give a rip
I stand
call me Chris Tucker (You can call me Chris Tucker)
I don't love her, but i fuck her (I don't love but i fuck her)
I might kiss, but won't eat it (Eat
you say I'm dickin my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
through
For you i'm aware that
This is an autobiography
But I also don't want to
Make this all about me
I want to help anyone struggling in life and
To make
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