Lyrics:
a million dollars and killed 100 men
Imprisoned by man
Judged before the lord
10 years gone
Locked inside a mental ward
Judas rise
Stronger than man
And now
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
by advertising hundred-dollar jeans
[Chorus x2]
Roswell - rock, rock on
The grassy knoll - rock, rock on
Pyramids on the moon - rock, rock
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti
Steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, X-Z, and Bullet Loco
comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin' off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop
you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at?
[The L.O.X.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
on the grind to the top I climb
Fuckin wit me she gotta be a dime
Living by the mantra that the world is mine
I keep money on my mind
Always on the grind
and medicines
And menaces and medicines
My life is overrun by
Menaces and medicines
And menaces and medicines
Pick up the phone and you'll find
Ten numbers, zero
capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by the minute
10k
20k
30k
19,19,19
from London
Parliament still discussing if the pound worth touching
The euro rise and it's dumping
Dollar dump and it's dumping
Crypto rise and it's
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
gonna get away
Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!
[Chorus]
[5th Verse:] [Big Ed, Mia X]
[Big Ed]
Nigga make some room!!!
my skin are tears and scars
And I've walked in these shoes ten thousand miles
Been through all sorts of berating trials
So if you want heroes then
the top back and thank God for the day
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin' weight
Still in
gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah)
Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs
She
the magnum hopped in the tray
Just to let the top back and thank God for the day
Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
I made a couple million dollars
and the sons
And here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass
And hope
the road
We played like marbles in the dust
Until a voice called for us
To make our way back home
The stones in the road
When I was ten, my father
original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
my life I been ten toes
G.e.d. My initials
So fuck what you talking I get every dollar
I don't have a collar if I did I would pop it
Like nigga
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
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