Lyrics:
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
dumb to think I'm here because I got here by myself
The way I word shit make me stop n translate to English
The way I hurt been making me smoke pot
me
Your phone calls, don't think they're wearing me out, they're not
But I'm mostly english, mostly english
Difficult people slip away
Feeling that
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er
and how to get yo ass threatened
Voice in my head, got me actin' possessed and
I just wanna riot so you best bet i press him
Call me a teacher, the way I'm
of thinking that you're only feeling pain
So, if you wanna call me and tell me some joy remains
I don't wanna be alone tonight
I don't wanna feel low tonight
with me
Thoughts, they ain't nothing but weight
When you got nowhere to go
English girls they ain't spoiled for choice
But English boys they don't seem
the side notes
you take off like flies jumping backwards and fly it low
call you a bro
hardly
you show more faces than that dude in batman, Harvey
pardon me
know me and what they did is put that statement out there and then put the clip of me just saying, Oh no, know what the drug Lords never said. This was
the thought and for the theory clearly abstract
Four is for the reformation reclamation rap track
Modern mixed with classic
Mix it up mix it up
It's the fodder
on me
Confidence is faker than gs on molly
Is it suicide if u call it kamikaze?
Is it?
Is it suicide? Motherfucker!
Can't hear the bullshit
I'm
the grocers store,
Owned by an austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken english,
Tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years
me thinkin' was it worth this
And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this
Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices
to give me my title
Ain't no english class, I'm the money multiplier
Said he blowing smoke light that boy up like a lighter
Keep a eskimo, 1 of 1, yea her
to me
Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage
And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy
Meal game, they call me by my stage name
Hella G's when I spit
my English iffy
Solo I be but I'm on my feet, I got these angels with me
Tired of making money, I'm on to making history
Fuck how they feel, I keeps it
Start from the ground, built this shit up like a Mexican
I was twelve years old, drinkin' like a Mexican
Me no hablo English, so I am Mexican
Cuttin'
through the verse; Cool it cause these Niggas be cappy, so let's call it what it's worth! Say just give me a second, take a lil half To feel alert. Now we
(look at it)
You know you the bomb, I'mma call you Saddam (boom)
I don't need your phone number, you coming home
You don't really speak no English
don't have nothing to prove
They tell me I'm just trapping cause I do not have the juice
You rappers pitiful
You do what you're told by your fans
And nobody calls me, "Hey, baby doll", Miss Marmelstein
Or "Honey dear", Miss Marmelstein, or "Sweetie pie"
Miss Marmelstein
Even my first name would be
rollin' out that movie
Hiss of Al-Lat
Call me a fuzzy bear
Looks a little bit like a guy
'cool me down this feeling'
He said about the Chevy cry
I'm like
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