Lyrics:
There's nobody else on my level I'm all by myself and I call it a silent hill
As evil as us deep inside of my mind and I'm ready to cock back and then
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
Carry into a new fold
Where society is going pro
Where the cons are actually as cold as snow
Season change go row by row
Till they all go blow by blow
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
quicksand
I'm living my dreams, step on the scene
A nigga to clean, i'm a money machine
Eat 5 star cuisine, my pockets on lean
Tell me how would you feel if
stay a step ahead of
This game to stay alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
couldn't believe her eyes
I walked in with cape, with jewels on, you know I'm the captain
Outside by the Cadillac three brothers rappin', soundin' wack
Pss, yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous
Twenty-five to lifers, True and Livin' snipers
a pimp like Dolomite
I charge five G's to hold a mic
if it aint no drank I dont hold a Sprite
after I do this I got mo' to write
I'm a stay Sucka Free
deep, two feet, too tact
I come through the front, XB through the back
Throwing like a quarterback
That nigga said what, we gon spin like a DVD
Step
bins for recycling
Eight compact light bulbs
Seven striped hemp beanies
Six recycled ornaments
Five books by Heinberg
Four bamboo bookshelves
Three
unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you
whole section
Them youngins in my hood done made
The murder rate sky high
We shooting niggas dead in they face
We don't do drive-bys
Twenty-five pound
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
feet
To take me safe and sound
He's ridden o'er the high, high hills
And he's down the dewy den
And the noise that was in the Clyde water
Would
feet
To take me safe and sound
He's ridden o'er the high, high hills
And he's down the dewy den
And the noise that was in the Clyde water
Would
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by
need you to know
2 Chainz!
Everything hot like it's fresh off the grill
Million dollar grill look fresh on the hill
Plus I'm 6'5", she need to step
need you to know
2 Chainz!
Everything hot like it's fresh off the grill
Million dollar grill look fresh on the hill
Plus I'm 6'5", she need to step
Mexico
The slang for weed was dvds
I was 19 in Detroit at 5 AM
Dude was selling weed
I'm looking towards the future
So I won't look back
If you call my
Quick to take his signin you takin everybodies package.
Money over Bitches was a loyal practice.
So you act is if money was no object.
Spinin 5 zues trips
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