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bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
talk like Wendy Williams
Rest in peace to the late Robin Williams
Two years ago seen my first million
These niggas talk more than bitches
These
bibles/
She fuck like G Michael’s
Sayin I play the D
Matisse Thybulle
Yeah my life delightful
Right
Brother
I ain’t gonna switch my lingo
Spray cunts back
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
pull up with that chopper and extensions (I got the 'xtensions)
I just let it off, I empty about fifty
Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis"
ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
[Tony Williams]
Feeling better than I ever felt before today
But better late than never, it's
Orien-tation, still we can make it better
Throwin all
'cause they ain't yet
It's either 'bout cash or it's all about reps like a weight set
Hate to see my brothers involved
'Cause if you're lifted
You'll be
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never going back
Some
Williams know that I can serve it
Accidentally in the game but you know I got a purpose
I been workin all year I deserve it
Designer clothes damn right it
bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
around a area then we plant the viddles
It's nothing but mind over matter ... Hostiles and pistols...
I couldn't say that my mental ain't need
these hoe niggas get ready
We banging all over the globe
We came out the womb hot as brimstone
Been wanting this shit since the flip phone
Reppin this
the years, I thought I had a million ideas
So I had to find peace and release nonsense
I do it for the art, not the content
All I really wanted was
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
it all over again
Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
My album come with a full length movie
Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now
Man it's like
to all the gangbangers
All over South Central
Watts
Inglewood
All over L.A., basically
East L.A.
Youknowmsayin?
It's basically goin down
Peace to all
of the year, DJ Dave
And his brother designed
Put together the music
Put it out to the people
The people said I was stupid with the flow
Went to the barbershop
done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?
[Master P]
Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
Strongman , Cabum they all be proud of us
I don't know borders and barriers
It's never over when you bury us
Motherfucker am a seed eeii
These niggas so
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