Lyrics:
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
to learn
I will teach these facts to ya
And then it will be your turn
So let's begin and take off like a rocket
When you multiply by zero, yeah, zero is
I could understand it
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic, unhand it
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran
young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm from
We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her
shanking a man it's only hand to hand by me
I feel like Mario Balotelli after scoring a goal why me
But why be YB like, why is it now all eyez on me
I feel
first set me downwards
You would’ve thought I was 50 cent, The way I went ghost and lost my powers
You haven’t faced death with a broken heart
Looking
Don't Blend, I
I Got 50 Cents
With No Residence
But I'm Still Pimping
[Dwele:] Ooooh Look At That Line
[Guy 1:] Damn, Man I ain't Bout To Stand In This
life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why, I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way
I wake up out of bed, right after
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
the loudest and it’s a fact
It wasn’t drippin’ it was rain
My drip is unmaintained
Call me by my name that’s who I am
My shooters make sure they aim
We setting
my money now so later I can get them dividends
Like 50 cent it's many men that wanna take my spot
Ima give it all I got cus I know it only take one
a dollar for 50 cent cakes with my brethren, Arlen
Niggas got the latest shit, but they say they struggling
I was 18 getting checks from the government,
Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
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