Lyrics:
could be clipping them trees like mr miage
Get caught by the boys and never go pull a tekashi
That's not a code in my dna (Nah)
I don't converse with
my side
I keep my ten toes down and reach the ceiling here
I’m about to take your crown and make them kneel for me
I don’t give a damn about people
decision to let me in for a minute.
Let me feel that incision that left behind by them niggas.
I don't know what they figure leaving behind a treasure.
greed, why?
This is the no man's land, lost and alone
In a cold world fam, keep ya
Head high, above the clouds, stay fly
Fight through whatever, don't let
was bought
By Jesus on the cross
That nigh his suffering was my thought
So if you see me hanging with a girl don't think I'm caught
Ask me if I can hold
4/I put that hammer down on her now she call me Thor?Said don't forget you left that choppa sittin' by the door
Chorus: Money over here money over
Before it even starts
My career gets ripped to parts
I'm gonna be done before it gets dark
Pick a side, don't choose mine
Look at the sand, there is
Baby you know a nigga comin'
If that money right
IQ get on 100
When I see them lights
Drinkin yacc straight out the bottle
I don't need the ice
thing (all over the world)
The same ol' thing (got to get 'em with it)
The same ol' thing (MCs out there got)
The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya
his feelings
He still mad bout a bitch
I held it down for them trenches
Ain’t have to leave to get rich
They tried to slime me out
They must forgot I’m
Started this at 11
Ghetto angel renard in heaven
Said ill have no motion when I'm older
Bitch I told them never
I Grew up with marv and kevon
move with 3
on point, or should I sharpen it down
This white America not for me, don't you follow
He may be president but I address him as Donald
I gotta get it (gotta
Spillin' all Spades
Ask a nigga what it cost me
(Ya Heard Me Chuck)
(let do it)
Knowin' it cost to live life like a boss
Got my wrist in the pot and my neck
on a scope cam
I'm in heaven with the angels that smoke grams
You need God, that's why the earth so damned
International, trying to get my flow banned
That's
shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA
Them hoes in Detroit will suck the whole revolt
My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town
My bitches
face
Don't even try
Ya want to help me, just let me cry
Yeah, I loved you all my life
But you don't even know a thing I feel inside
No, by
She said that she love me don't think that's enough
I'm feeling emotions now I'm feeling stuck
If you play wit my heart then I'm calling ya bluff
It
for ya, by any means
You my baby gyal, come home with me
Just wanna get you off
Don't matter who's on top
Vibe with me don't talk
Girl you got it
in, lets move this
That done talked about me like Jesus
They don't like to ball out our leaders
We got powder stuffed in our Pumas
Acid all in Adidas
I
Tryna get a cranium, tryna get a hat
Nigga, where is ya' at?
Bitch, no lackin, we shoot back
(Bitch go, "brrt," hit up your back)
(Hit up your back)
I'm
don't ever have to beg
(Don't make me beg)
When I need some lovin, just heat up the oven
Get that dick sucken bitch, get them titties rubbin
Put it on me
we’re slowing down
Take the front seat now let’s roll
Sit back top down they ain’t got to know
Run away with me
Run away with me
No no
You get all my love
the teachers couldn't reach 'em so, so just delete 'em
And the problems in the class'll get depleted
But what about them and the problems they adopted
Or how
at me? Hear a nigga
I ain't ya bitch
You don't want a street nigga that have to get wit this shit
'Cause I ain't gon' quit
Til 'em choppa bullet
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