Lyrics:
Force of habit when I'm OT still don't sleep yea
Still hope and pray for the days I'm really (yea x3)
I did my thing I just always keep it neat yea
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while
Yeah, yeah.
This for my ballers world-wide, state to state,
City to city, ballers ballers.
Let's do this, dirty.
Remix, you know, Ching-a-ling.
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
on the east side
Still move a lot of work i could retired
Still running up a check i should be tired
Still want 40 for a 3-5
Weed so loud cant be quiet
Got my
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
fold, I could still go back to my hood (Lil Mexico)
But I never left the hood, I still be in the hood (yeah)
I be stuffing pound bags like canned goods
you are not balling!
If you still live with your momma
You are not balling!
10-17 brick squad, we got work!
Scooter and Gucci flex too much
We remix
Eugh!
R-R-R-R-R-Remix!
I been keepin' hella distance, distance, yah yah
Oooo-ohhhhh ohh
Oooo-ohhhhh ohh ohhh
I been keepin' hella distance everywhere
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
Featuring Twiztid
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask
around the world
Flown bitches round the world
Heard rumors round the world
Still I'm touring round the world
Talk about me on your records to make ya
the first time I seen bricks
Bitch I'm in the mafia but not 3-6
If I like your song I'ma make my own remix
This work straight drop we do not remix
All this
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats)
It's the second time around motherfucker
Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch
Gangsta Nigga
Needles Remix
(Radio Remix)
Dr. Dia
We the change we been waiting for
Won't be ignored
They told us to chill we kicked in the front door
Warriors
your feelings is hurt
Counting money sipping lean make me burp
Putting in work had to snatch up a purse
Distracted by bitches you stare when they flirt
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
still 3am
I dont really care I'm all alone
Is still 3am
And I'm up on my self
The devil around
Man i might really sell
Found me right by self
While
god damn day
Sometimes I want to go back around the way
Sometimes I want to ride and smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
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