Lyrics:
to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said that was just
anointed, called, and protected
From being called into question by people with real objections
Actual human lives in the balance, you won't accept them
For
Sorry not sorry the boy is
Back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring
Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we
All up in
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
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[Verse
a problem with that subject
By hearing my album I know that’s Something they regret
Should of went and took the bet
Instead of being in ya house right Now
I'm still caught in the wheel
Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
rap, let' really talk gwop mane
Those small diamonds, watch more than that Roc chain
Pinky cost more than that whip that you're riding in
My bracelet
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
only imagine if I was beginning now
Back in the beginning now
Fuck that
Spent a mil' on the chain and I tell my company deduct that
Get the fuck back
can never break bread with a hoe
I gotta spend it on (me)
More watches, more chains, more rings
Getting head from yo' main in a Range, it's (me)
were meant
Numbers in my back account keep adding up like royalty
But so are all the reasons why I feel like I can never sleep
3 albums ain't enough
See
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
5 In the morning my alarm started ringing
Stuck inside my bed cause I didn't wanna leave it
Clockin in to work and I wonder do I need it
Work for
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
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Po bracie koszulka Slayer i stary Alice In Chains
Wiadomo w kim bardziej na fazie jest ssg
Podbiłem po koncercie po autograf i zdjęcie
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feeling like a beast, I'm on top of the world
Surrounded by the baddest girls, I swear this shit is absurd
I dropped two album on my own, another's
I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
different from the average Joe's
So I confront them with the biggest chain
but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you
was barely 5 for 5 minutes
Was only in it for the image
Claiming top 5, but top 5 is too gifted
And it's taken by a couple of my brothers, don't get it
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die,
quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause why'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul why'all a** in
It's for the hood by
of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your
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