Lyrics:
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
this is right
But I just scream by the end of the night
I'm gonna lose with this path that I'm on
And this life that I choose
And I ignite the fuse
I
first album My nigga Greg, executive produced this bitch
Friends or foes, who you with
Who you with, nigga
Time is everything
We getting it, man Shout
lungs like launching a rocket
Album mode, they never new what i was writing
They tried to pass me the puff, i told them i love it green, no mix
Words am
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
pretend
That big bank is always our friend in the end
They shout take out a loan then take out another
My whole generations getting fucked by big brother
So
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me.
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
Heart" by writer Butler
-charted in 1966 at #91 as "He Will Break Your Heart" by the Righteous Brothers
CHORUS
He don't love you like I love you
If
on and cancel culture
Vulture
I've always been a music lover
You can go and ask my dad, you can ask my brother
I would have told the world that you had two
you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately
A couple million there, surrounded by millionaires
A dream I wish I get to, I say that without no fear
No cares
He say he my brother, I look I still
Album fucking dropped, now pop the champagne
On this you don't go crazy, you go fuckin' insane
I'm here for fun baby, I'm here to entertain
I could
I'm out with my brothers, the sun reflecting onto me like the moon and the sun
I go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
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