Lyrics:
deserve a fest
Scarface in Miami but I'm in the Land
Got so much money hand the bus Boy a band
Wanna go down south with the Sun and the sand
Tony Montana go
done, I'll say no mas
But when I pass it to Mayer, it ain't no John, woah!
This little drummer boy is a star, feel like a newer Ringo
Been a body built
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she
ain't got no fuckin money
Yeah I'm in the bed wit yo thot, and we shootin movies
I can do this shit by myself, and we getting groovy
Gotta 38 wit that Chi
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
getting the money
Was he aware
That his money was being used by hunter
In order to go about this
But more importantly is
How is hunter funding
This on his
Eastside
Boy, he better, goddamn, come to the studio and check his pockets (yessir)
Bringin' thirty rockets, Eastside niggas don't play
Haha, straight up
me (she gon' take a risk)
I think this the bitch for me (she might be my bitch)
I just went up top like elevators (ko-ko-ko-kodak)
About to come
like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
with Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer
doing this 'ting on a grime wave
So many Boy Better Know hit's out there
You've been looking for a hit since MySpace
You might see me on the grime page
Double down kings
This ain't the nick cannon show
But cha girl bout to while out
Allah hold me down
I'm about to run up in the stash house
The only chick
fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering throughout]
Ask about me
[Verse 5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all
This nigga been dead
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
of the benz
I cut back on my friends and started racking up wins
Your boy got back in the gym, can't fit this cash in my denim
My dawg like shaq at the rim, sit
Aye!
For the boys
Part two
You know
This song's for the boys
So it's only right I shoutout my people right?
You know fucking
Shoutout George
D-Bo
to make it
Them haters got in? They had to fake it
Yo, this ain't apollo or the grand ole opry
The fox baby The spots crazy pumped like a shottie
Drinks
with precision
Unveiling evidence that this is no coincidence
We've been sent
Judge not by my skin color but my character's content
In no way is this
say what's on my mind, could give a fuck if you offended
You can't see up in this bitch but you can try, the windows tinted
Know I'm all about
This was a pregnancy produced by Holy Spirit power
What? Get away from me you unholy silly coward
You can't even own up to the truth of your trashy
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
about a big enough fool to lay it all right down
And everybody nodded as the stranger took his seat
He knew this bunch of cutthroat?s would be mighty
Oh, what about D'Angelo?
I want some of that brown sugar then
Watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts like
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin'
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