Lyrics:
passing by
Gotta live it up no doubt, go try
With the mic on my side, imma hit that loud
Imma Pop the champagne when I hit your town
Move like covid when I
neck, bring the bounce back
Clowns in a squad car
Ring a rosie round that
If this is the end then imma need a better soundtrack
Pulled by the collar
Feel
Flow flat like Rosie o sat right down on you niggas
Park Place rhymes slaying you Baltic Avenue niggas
Boardwalking through your town I ain't fucking
They said my speakers loud tryna give the boy a fine
Whole lotta money all my haters' tongue tied
All that talkin' bout the kid but a great can't be
reasons why
I’m just tryna get by
Get by
Tryna live my life
Rule number one you gotta whole lotta ass
And rule number two you can throw that shit back
Now
good in your shoes
A whole lotta shakin' was terrible news
That night, tell me that's right
The band was singin' and playin' a tune
Love comes
the sticks like donatello
Finger on the trigger you know I can't let go
Whole lotta sauce, prego
All of my niggas got cases
Money so old it's ancient
Fuck
I seen a whole man, I been through a whole lotta shit man
I been seeing a whole lotta niggas man
They put you through so much man
Man you just get
(look out)
One point two, that's a whole lot of more "Vroom" (look out)
Three point two, that's a whole lot of whole lotta (look out)
It's live
one hand on the Glock
Everyday it's war on the streets
One lil slip bring a whole lotta heat
Stay woke your boy getting raw on the beat
Don't sleep
Yeah you know
I'm feeling myself right now, it's a new year
We about to do this, let's go
I feel like the king of my city, Tony Montana
Whole lotta
Wrote a whole lotta pages in a whole lotta books
Lived a whole lotta lives had a lot of them took
Fell farther than you'll ever know
Harder than I'll
a whole lotta books
Lived a whole lotta lives
Had a lot of them took
Worked harder than you'll ever know
Harder than I'll ever show
Cut through
I grew up on my own, couldn’t even tie my shoes,
But now, i’m grown now,
I don’t follow rules, i don’t live by a book,
Lil bitch i’m up now, ride
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
Don't need nobody
Fuck them hoes
Don't need no help
I got my own
I want some more
Whole lotta O's
I made my sound
They love me now
You turned your back
soul
Everything glitter nigga really ain’t gold
Gotta lotta ish on my mind too deep
Mind over matter but I really can't sleep
Can’t recognize what’s real
you can’t
Check up flex up who the fuck gon check her
Thinking shit sweet she can get aggressive
Whole lotta ass maybe too excessive Treat her
How I
a whole lotta soul
If you plan getting by on your own
You can sink like a stone in some hole of your own
And just hide away
Give me something I can't
as the true, the only, the very one, the Propmaster
There's only one thing I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lotta propmasters out there, you know what I mean
and skills with my hands
Know a whole 'lotta fools started when I did
Known for bein' fuck boys, pullin' some sly shit
Shoulda got laid out but somehow I
Blood sweat and tears in the studio by my lonely
Whole lotta poles in the session
I'm gettin' money ain't worried bout recessions
Whole lotta drugs in
on the freeway
Get it how you live it, that's what I say
Making USD while I'm chilling out in Bombay
I been lighting up from the dark days
Whole lotta capping ass
you can
I know how it feel, lemme keep it G
Seen niggas who deserve it all get crumbs
Can't live life broke twiddling your thumbs
So my whole life 'bout
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