Lyrics:
want it real bad
The way that ima get it is by spittin real raps
In the face of adversity
I take a glance back
I'm smarter then I look you would think
working real late
Say u love me ion trust it you don't know my real name
Not a cent up in my pocket
Finna change that In a minute
You callin when I'm ballin
buckle everyday
Ain't worth five cents, or my knuckles to the face
But my burners ain't feeling no flesh
If you niggas want to test
Let it
some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
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V 1 - (Dry/Music at this verse - commence music at V2)
Knox
What’s it say,
What’s it say?
Here Mr. President
I’ll tell you without delay…
V
on comin
Niggas keep on hatin', can't stop my hustle
Ridin' on E, but my pockets feel fluffy
Got so high, took a trip right to Pluto
3.5 wood, it look like
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
or perhaps
I can pay the revenge
Like you paid for the Benz
You wanted 2 cents
I'm giving you all that I had
I'm addicted to cash
Like it's all that I had
Make
bitches,I'd a tossed the pimp
I use to break hos for Scrilla, but now it's down now
I'm makin' bank rolls for real-a and rockin' town bitches
Livin' large
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
high she keep asking me why
Won't say a word fore I tell you a lie
Been making this dough by my lonely it's fine
Rodeo Drive I'm enjoying the sunset
use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance, here's
how we livin'
In real life I'm winnin', so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if you ain't help make these millions
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
gate
You gon stop me? O-V-A,
I'm too fly like O-V-O
You gon think my name was Drake
I think I'm great all by my own
One man army like I'm Rambo
Shit I do
Uh uh
You got burdens, I got burdens, we got burdens in life
That's why my burner grip tight
And I be smokin' it right
I'm a burden, you a burden,
I was grownup since I was five cause of my trauma
I was locked in this cage alone, it was drama
I feel like my childhood never came and never went
alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
I told myself I will never ever drink like this again
It's 5 o'clock on the dot,
they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense
I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
Real cold
On a real...... on a real G
So your always gunna get the real me
I move proper I keep it real regardless of the genre
Zero tolerance, money mobber
I roll with
out ya past just live out your life dont trip over what happen yesterday
Smoke weed it keep me real stimulated
Stack paper so tall like the Himalayans
tuki ahh
Where there's a will, there's a way
Bado tu na mic men i will everyday
Life short, that's why I keep it real everyday
Mastering my craft, now
down, give it up, pour it up
Now drink it up, roll it up
Light it up, how you feel, y'all?
See you in high definition with a mothafuckin' real Dogg
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