Lyrics:
sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly
provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh, huh)
Came in this game from out of
Nowhere and I took control
(I took shit over, nigga) rockin' my jewels
I'm goin' to see one
Tell me you heard
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin', motherfuckers know me
Everytime I drop an album, niggas O D
Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
wanna do
Ooh, spent a hundred thousand on jewels
I do whatever I wanna do
(Takeoff!)
Spend a hundred with the jeweler
Get some knowledge from
braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras
Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!)
[Chorus]
Intellectual, rhymin professionals
Bring all the ladies, in
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
back
Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack
They gon' say your name on them airwaves
They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap
Jewels
I hit the ground and I sound like a fallen gem
Been given so many jewels I'm dropping all of them
So many snake oil salesmen and charlatans
Gotta
the whip
All my jewels they hit
2 tone on my wrist
How ya whole gang get lit
We took that risk
I was just broke in them trenches
Now Im damn near rich
Hit a lick, rob the bank, put the cash in the bag
This a stick up, stick'd' up, put them fucking hands up
Grab all the jewels, I make it out, and cop
Everyday your life's on the line watch out don't get
Hit, hit, hit
They like my jewels the way that I shine the way that I
Drip, drip, drip
Everybody
niggas in the sky. Aye
Rest In Peace to guys. They gone
By the look in my eyes. Aye
It’s a whole ‘nother vibe I’m on
I love my mother but she keep me close
a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my
phone rings
Calls always get answered lemme clear it
I don't fuck with anyone
And I never been shot by any gun
Why's he capping on tracks like his
Jewels
Here we go again
We come to hit y'all with that n**** music
Here we go again
More s**** for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Gangster and that puto
Breaking all da rules
Bagging all da jewels
Cause I'm Bad All By Myself
Don't tell me what I need
Bitch I do it for da wealth
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