Lyrics:
of the instrumental
2020, I hit the bigger doubles, Full Circle living, so I hit the bigger hustles
Big by design, but I shine on the front line
Born for my destiny,
Rich nigga born 88 make more than 6 figures
I'm mobbin' nigga top dog run the block we heard you a bitch nigga
Jamaican Don dada I run the town I'm
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
killed it we did it again
If i was rich
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by the zip
Id only fuck on the baddest bitches
I could go broke n still drip bitch
If i
up
I ain't no Matt Damon, but Bourne with Ultimatums
Get rich or die trying so we started caking
I'm doing 'caine but not the brother of Undertaker
Yeah nigga
Back in this motherfuckeronce again
I'm just letting a nigga know
You know
S.A. and 5th Ward forever, fool
Niggas watch your back
bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
shit
Straight outta hell you was born and raised there
Straight outta hell you was born and
Here we go again you mad at me because I fucked your friend
Young wild n****
Born in Michigan
I ain't never listen so
A n**** needed discipline
Always been a boss
I ain't never play the middle man
Cut
do what I want
Hm, I'm a big girl now
If they don't pay your bills, pay them no mind
Move on to the friend if he wasting time
He calling again
kindly when you run your mouth
Used to get paid by Flip to sit on that fence and watch when they walking out
I was like 9 back then but Flip 16, so I trust
Yeah, I was born a misfit, grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
I never was a sick kid,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
You know Jesus said it. And I believe it
And as far as eternity is concerned it's settled... Let's go
Jesus said unless a man has been born again
He
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
you wanna be rich again look at your debt acquired
Once upon a time
I was rich
How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh
Once upon a time
I
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
shake ya boat.
Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
Bad hoes, (??)
See the snake, (??) leave faith
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1, 2, 3, 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
am sanctified
Oh I am holy, I have been baptized
I have been born again, I am the White Light
Rain, rain don't go away
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