Lyrics:
have shipped out
With them if they'd let her sign
Instead she worked munitions
Which was safe, unlike the front line
And Georgie fought his way back
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades,
the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades,
Fuckin round wit none of these hoessss
Getting dough cash out on gold
Get some more and show love to my bro
I spend a check on my neck
I spend a check
wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If
the hour gets
For the mighty Kings return
To claim the bride He yearns
The ones that earned the privilege to be the righteous church
By grinding out
nigga out here disrespecting missed the message
Misunderstood like Mr. West was in the Oval Office
It's niggas hating I don't know about em'
I snatch
nigga wildin' I'm born right out of 2000
Whats crazy I'm aged by the years
Know that stunting a catchy youngin' that keep bumping' , they screaming boy 2x
do
Than face his true self
Not follow others blindly like a fool
They say real boys should be like this
Real boys should be like that
So many standards
bitch
Yeah
My track record is medals
And you over there the gold standard's I never settle
And I know you know what they say about diamonds and pressure
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
split personalities
Who get get mo' cheddar
Come to find out he Barry Adrian Reese
Some nigga in a 'Hotel' in
A B-Boy stance, that's it
It gets no better
that shit by 222
Yuh
Was once a little kid watching people on the tv screen
Seeing all the fans wit they lights out and crazy screams
I'm in awe 10 feet
Well into a musical thing call that's how we roll
Some boy wan roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how
'cause you spoke (bitch)
All these tennis chains like I'm in a tennis game
Y'all niggas wearin' gold ropes (you're broke)
Killers out the 6 (Zone 6)
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
You gon hit the fall
Harder than fetty waps career
Bitch I'm shining at the mall
And I got gold up on my ear
All these people tryna talk
But they
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K.
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