Lyrics:
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They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
the game
Playin for keeps
(V1)
This that
Kick back
Roll up that loud
No lames Allowed
If you dancin' you wild
I’m faded
I’m straight
Turnt down up
need it I got it shit
That down South Master P, 'bout it 'bout it shit
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java
When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava
that weed? (uh huh)
I don't wanna put it in a Swisher, where the leaf? (no)
Hit the gas station, get a five pack, uh
Pullin' up one on the ride back, ugh
like a
Proton, feel like I leave steam hanging, way I
Blow it off, my standards, you all below it like cover, no
Covert op, new ammo cartridge, way I
rappers
Thinking they 'gon discover you
News flash this is not
Nineteen ninety five
Record labels stealing cents out the artists lives
Ill advised by
blow
And you aint shit, so i still got my two-cents
I be overthinking shit with all the blueprints
Trynna tie my life together where the nuece is
I'm
blows up overnight
You gotta put in the fight and then find your solution
Used to think I'd shut it down
But then I started getting' found
On Youtube,
work no nine to five
I can't cap I can't stunt
Run it back and run it up
Really I still got like 10 years of doing what the uh I want
Sorry not sorry,
Will probably never blow up, but at least I got this shit
This just how it goes
Stuck in value village clothes
Bitches never hit me up
Just because my
they've underwent
I went AWOL like what my back was up against
Don't tell me 'bout struggle, bitch, I lived it
I was five or six the first time I got my
Cause you know imma blow up fast
They always say moe money moe problems
But I'm sure it ain't that bad
Cause iain trynna be broke
I don't want no one I
and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin'
it take to get the bag
get the money quick chrome hearts on the tag
aint gone cop less its commas on the tag
we gone pull up wit da metal 5 'cents
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
struggles
But we ain't gonna end up the same
I'm blowing smoke
Medication out if I blow
Up I'm moving slow
Losing my psyche
Purple do it
Purple do it, Purple
He’s got nothin to show
Plastic wrapper scrunch it up chuck it out (why-y-y-y)
You’re a wafer thin water cracker I can see right through you (see right
First'
'fore I signed a deal
Yeah, now it's time to bail
Cuz five years from now I'm tryna chill
Peep the wordplay, I'm kinda ill
I don't rap about guns
hurtin' the pain
I promised to myself that I never need again
Always kept it real, always it 100
But now it's 50+O, I'ma keep it five hunnid
What up? 50+O
by me
They talk but fold like origami
I'm organic the flow fire it's volcanic
I evolved in it now my brand is gigantic
In a pandemic my counter tops
she's crying
She tells me of another great friend, he died
"If he can't make it" I think to myself, I spiral
Weeks go by, stuck, up my waist debt
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