Lyrics:
on floors they ain't want nothing from me
My future's so bright but my past so ugly
And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
Tried
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
wanna be hard, I just wanna flow
'Cause rhymin' is my game and I
Play it like a pro
So whatchu wanna know? My name?
Dana Elaine, all hail the queen
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
source
And the power bill high like I
The sky provide
My water supply, no need to rely
On anyone, I'm certified, purified
I don't want any kind
them back
Listen for a minute then run it all by you while I lack
What you’re tryna pull from inside me, I got a lot of that
You ain't gonna get it, I
static, to his face
I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I
Didn't give 'em a chance to blink
When I jogged up on 'em, pressed
veins
It's awful, lead by freemasons, rich and famous, get all that you want like
I'm the best, I got money, got holes
Man y'all did nothing to change
Bitch I'm outside
Just get in the ride
Hop in let's die
You in the passenger you by my side
Spark it and blow it I supply the high
Do what I do yeah
be, if I can't be with you
I don't wanna live, if I can't be with you
Shawty, I don't want no air, if I ain't breathing you
Shawty, I don't wanna
it up]
All live niggas tear the club up [give it up]
Give it up, y'all niggas don't want it, and if so put your doe on it
I come from 7 mile and conant
their life so they wanna live mine
Don't care if I have to cut ties
I wake up go get it
Don't know bout you but I can't waste my time
Diamonds be bussing
When my kids ask me about it
I don't want to give them the version that's sunlit
Beautiful and resilient and only seen from hindsight
I want them
girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V bag, tats on your arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
dis really real
All dese years, am I really here
Have I really live what they call a miracle
How you shoot clips, put it in the air
Mean mug
'm a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this
[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nike's prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Just gonna drop this on one of them Moby beats
Here we go
C'mon
Put your hands in the air
Alright y'all
milimeter, nine zips
Said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip
I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone
I done seen it fuck the hood up
Plus all my niggaz
Everyday I take risks for paper
Bae said you gotta dumb it down cah the way that you live your life's too dangerous
My niggas love shooting
on that! Focus on that! Focus!)
You want to end yourself, I swoor down me
(Focus on that! Focus on that! Focus!)
It's way easier to just pretend it's all
was peddling 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's girl, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine,
and by you saying
OK, but I'm willing to give you $25. That's it.
I'm sorry I can't stay on anymore. There's hundreds of children in the neighborhood
the 'dro, nigga, divide
I'm that nigga that ride with trigger to give a supply
High is how I stay all the time
(Niggas, close your doors!)
Yo, bitches,
the chalk zone, my circle magic
Get beheaded like Hershel had it
Blade, ima grab it before I swing it at your attic
And I want weed shop, G shock, want smoke,
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