Lyrics:
so gifted like family
Right now I'm twenty three
God Told me homie ready go, and by
The time you hear this I'll probably be Twenty Four
Rest In Peace
what you mean by that?
Mean by what?
You is a grimy nigga f'real, I see whassup
I don't even know why I fucked with you from the door
Cause you know
to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling
Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you
limits, you don't even know what's capable
Fuck that shit that you believe in, I believe in me
Talkin' on they phones and PC like they off that PCP
as an album concept
But soon enough the truth reveals
The lies you claim in your rep
'Cause we the realest not in the sense
Of claiming hardest on wax
What you
baby so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
(Yo bring it on down)
Soy
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner, things are gonna change I can feel
baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good nigga
They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river
Without a particular 'bout, I
You're the demon on my side
You're the monster out at night
I don't need you in my life
Get the fuck outta my mind
Make it wrong when it's right
Make
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
I'll put my crease in this hell
And I don't care what you wear because I'll think for myself
I'm not here for the flare but I think you can tell
All
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Kenny williams (vocals)
Frank zappa (guitar)
Kenny:
Before, uh while I was away in boarding school lived with ronnie by the name of dwight demith.
winners
Sitting at the table by yourself,
Homemade meal, you made the dinner
Goals and ambitions, homemade skils, from yourself with no help no help
You
the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's
come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind
I know I ain't called gotta pardon my
I got motion I keep going and it just won't stop
Wake up for the love money and I don't know why
Wake up for a lil more have a lot by the night
the God almighty
For the wonderful work he's done in our life
Thank you Lord for Jesus Christ
Don't Look to ya left or look to ya right
Keep ya hands
still you go unprotected
You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can find a Don Q in the hoe nigga section
Go get injected with
I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
All I hit is game winners
Wanna hear the people scream my name while I'm on stage while I'm feeling real jitters
Me and you are not the same
Call me
blessing make I collect it
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name I pray
Na money dey burst ooo
Wetin I don see don pass my age
Wetin I dey yarn
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
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