Lyrics:
Oh, ten little, nine little, eight little surfer girls
Seven little, six little, five little surfer girls
Four little, three little, two little
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
to waste everybody's time
'Cause every second counts and that's period
Like how a dot turns into a line yeah it's infinite
But not for the people who have
the souls of people alive but spiritually sleep
They were all being deceived and had just enough luxuries
To keep their flesh pleased occupied and keep them
yes, I got it
Feeling hella good
Ain't got no driver's license
But you know I'm driven
The second I spit it
Everything that's what I'm giving
Yeah, I get
It's a Cole world, so choose wisely
Digging in the dirt is exactly where you'll find me
I've been told a lot that I'm a little too honest
But people
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
Now I
You're to busy playing the game living in the Fast lane
Life will never be the same you taking care of the pain
Now you an addict for fame
Run up
fucking grown now i was a little-ass
Kid in 2009 i've figured shit out
– well not figured shit out that's
Ridiculous not in some pretentious way
Just
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
crazy that I've performed in
Front of millions of people
Since I was 8 years old
But for some reason I was
Nervous as hell rapping has always
Been second
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
All about the people like Garvey
Little do they know I'm a God-King
And I'm intelligent I think smartly
Woy yoy yo
she tried to reach the food,
all of it disappeared.
The second match also went out.
The little match girl again lit a match.
Now, she was under
a huge
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
to do a track with Lil Dicky
That dude hilarious, I bet he sign alotta titties"
Well I don't mean no disrespect, but let me interject
It’s just a little
I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God,
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