Lyrics:
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
Leave his body ice cold fuck a pillow talk
I ain't wit the rap beef we gon have to walk
Big body Zooming grew a pair of wings like a hawk
Know you
and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)
No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
Hash in the cold
Me te bob marley chale Zion Road
Money nah make ya rich
Grass uthe greener hai
Jithe ya water it
Socho earth flat thi ab round hai
Which
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
like a got a big chip on my shoulder
What can I say i was raised by the border (EP)
For my trill niggas
Who about some dollar figures Thinkin fuck
Lookin for a lighter
Big Bob Marley blunts keep a chick
In the ride on my side
(yea) big ol' donkey butt (yupp)
She talkin to much pass her
Weed calm
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
with a playa
I keep 10 toes down 10 10 toes down hustle all day and night I got rich nigga dreams I get it by any means time to get rich or I’ll die
on
We can play along and do this rich shit if you want to
I hustle my ass off just so I can live comfortable
Naw we wasn’t the Huxtables
More like
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
twenty years old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
Rubber-grip-holder, reloader, come at me
I'ma rip your soliders in half, silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
With big dreams
Doing big things
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
A small town
I'm a product
chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force
With
the opportunity I take it
Always out here faking
Cause you see all the money that I'm making, yeah
We smoke so much here
Call my crib the smoke shack
We roll big
with the seat bacc
My nigga Matt talking to me bout some wheat grass
These niggas putting out songs need to cease that
Keep that
We don’t wanna hear from
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