Lyrics:
like penile
I did the knowledge to born
Your style straight corn
I woke up in the morning
Heard your shit and just yawned
You fuckin' up my high
No
, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (by the, by the)
Man's living like
I guess it could make one for you. And so he calls out to his secretary and is like, Hey, can you make me a resume? And uh, can you get a business
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
You finally take your make up off, I like your eyes
You finally take your lipstick off, I like your smile
Get up and dance around the room my
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
fit this girl?"
Got me throwing bands for a private show
Know how to dance she drop real low
Smoke out the pound, we blow through O's
Mind my business
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
you see before you right now is a hustler like no other
One of grand proportions, can you dig it? Haha
Now what we gon' do here, we gon' show you
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it
out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show
out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show
there's ever been and everybody knows (they know)
I didn't choose the business life, I guess it chose me
'Cause I been workin' 'n' grindin' like all
over petty shit
A nigga'll get you killed 'cause
You fucked his bitch
Niggas'll talk behind your back like a bitch
Most niggas don't even be
Realer than
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
don't show us no tattoos
No hearts and flowers on your thigh
It's downright tacky
Brands are for the cattle and that ain't what we're selling
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
could go and fuckin' start a huge fire
Tryna focus on business and move higher
Still gotta trip and show them who's flyer
Stuck up on the road like
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