Lyrics:
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
fucks)
Young T Lee 'bout to erupt (lets get it)
They keep tryna come back
Eventually like fuck that (fuck that)
Count it up talkin' stackin' racks
I feel
daughter!"" Hey!
Skittle lee dee, skittle lee dum, bottle of beer bottle of rum.
The bartender said, ""I'm out of seltzer."" Bobby said ""No problem, I'll go
(Brian, what did you do?)
What 300 did?
300 did what? Ayy (free the guys, nigga)
300 signed Baby Grizz and my nigga Lee (facts)
Shout out
I think that one day I would like to do
Something for them, for kids
In the inner cities, for them to have a
Place where they can go to and
Have not
it makes me sick
Can't go out cause I'm to beat
I can't eat
And I can't sleep
Oh God not ordinary, can you see me
Aw no Baby, that feeling. Im in hell
(chea)
9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
Tried to be
to fever in June
As smooth as honey our bodies collide
Your legs and fingers tangled in mine
I could be here all day with you by my side
And add some Peggy
so fuckin' long go
Buy him a new chain
See these niggas know I do this shit
Stay out my lane and what's crazy
Nigga this comin' from my brain
See you I
from the beginning
Out here trynna be making living
People do not know the feeling
It's not news that my shit ain't getting the views
Blame it on me
on stopping I gotta go
I really built it up from the floor
Watch how they act when your money low
When you want it you go past the limit
I be making these plays
’m a noodle
That likes to doodle
While you play with your kaboodle
Not a poodle
Just a smitten
Kitten
Who hates mittens
For pittance
Where I’m from it stays
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
to go
Cross Caroline and points below
By the time tobacco's ripe and ready to be dried
They might come and catch me if I've got no place to hide
to recap
But go ahead and do your thing
We'll talk later
Alright, bet
Yeah, but
I really, really, really wanna thank God
For allowing me to be here today
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
lies never light up on screen
Peggy keep scoring I feel like the dream
What you want uh
I love to think I've been real from the start
Never had to take
How dare you speak on where I’m
From if you ain't never been
Fried Kool-Aid who made
Never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real
Made meals off
We do it for fun
If you see me ma it's on
Come here girl, what your name is?
Where you from? Turn around, who you came with?
Is that your ass or your
Peggy keep scoring, I feel like the Dream
Yeah, what you want, uh
Y'all love the fake, I've been real from the start
Never hesitate to shoot at a star
I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in
Been in this game so long how you not notice me
Got eat so somebody gone feed me
No talk all action
I do my dirt by my lonely
Don't need none of ya'll
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