Lyrics:
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
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Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
started in a small house, exchangin' for deals
Now, the penthouse got three stories, like Jason Bourne films
From all the pain I ordeal, only way to ease
will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no
'll be living so I gotta sing to them
Here's a song for yall I'm pouring out my heart to
You can think that this is "By Your Side pt.2"
I feel like I
out did me greasy
Now my pockets too thick, all of them look cheesy
Hustlers doin' numbers in the 2-3
I think I'm great like John wearing 2-3
This lil'
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
spillin' yak
Uh-huh, I'm in Supreme drip, McQueen kicks
Thirty bags, pull off in three whips when I leave 'cut (skrt)
Ayo, Burberry London, trenches
I didn't ask for it, but someone does all of the heavy lifting
Innocent souls stuck in another dreamer's vision
Can I dream into a new world, but
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
niggas in the district giving interviews
I got killers on my team that'll get at you
For a brick or two, really put an end to you
Black 3 cement, sag
ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16
Double it, times 3
We got 48, which means a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M.
tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than
I'm traveling round the country just praying that I feel something
Surrounded by all the homies them my bros but they don't know me
I'm in a room
[Verse 1]
Live a new life shit I got it used to be a dream
Lil shawty pull up got her flossin in a foreign thing
Brick by brick we built this wouldn’t have
went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by
ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16
Double it, times 3
We got 48, which means a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M.
stumble, I fall
I get back up, stand tall
stone by stone, brick by brick
I'm climbing
up that wall till I
Till I'm at the top
At the top at the top
a lot so you know I keep a flame
I ain't said it in a minute give you smoke like Bronny James
You in my QP smoke like 2-3 g blunts
Flying from the free
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of why'all want to go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
between me and them
They tryin' to get they ones
I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million
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