Lyrics:
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I just want to know what you’re changing into
Fuck the slick talk
Because I ain’t been off
I’ve been working
I deserve it
with the semi
Aim it at your chest squeeze the trigger til it empty I’m stressed when I’m owed money mother fucker don’t tempt me
I want my money paid
out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary if
out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary if
the deen)
That thing (the Sirat al-Mustaqim)
That thing (yo)
That thing (it's about a thing)
That thing (uh, yo)
If ya feel real good wave your hands in
tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's
without a hook nigga
Nah Willy don't do it by the book nigga
Oh you wanna touch, tell me what you worth nigga
Cause I know you ain't even gone deserve nigga
with letting go, meant to blow
I can't compromise it for some decimals
Let you know, they ain't for you even if they said you bro
With a higher power,
the damn stick in their hand
You ain't making plans if you still run from your past
So I stand on mine like it's the greenest of grass
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
the way of life (word?)
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (grab it)
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad,
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
to San Tropez
Or somewhere close to that
All cause I heard Jay say
It in a fuckin' rap now make that ass clap
I know this ain't that type of song
But I get
I ain't talking about cascos
Whatever you can bet it, where your gun is on, let it
I've been riding dirty way before ? and said it
Chasing
did it to yourself, passing blame ain't doing favors
Stay with your momma on the couch, better save your paper
If you Will, I guess I'm August, so
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
don't cooperate with me, I don't need ya
'Cause if you ain't droppin', I'll stop clockin'
And all the pretty girls I don't know I be rockin'
British by
concrete
Keep it G with the money, I ain't gotta lie about shit
I don't need your money, I can buy my shit
Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch
He
I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker
Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover
Nowadays, got to hustle if you want a lover
Fuck a chance,
thing it’s a mother******* other
Mother **** another
Pulling all the covers
Over my eyes
Have you seen the cries
I can’t take the lies
Your made up
the door
If you a real killer then you do that shit sober
If you a real menace don't want to get notice
I walk with a drip so they call me kimodo
I ain't
Direct them to a casket
Give it to 'em only if they ask for it
If they want
I'm losing you again ain't I? Ain't I
The perfect candidate to represent
like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll
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