Lyrics:
no autotune, just one song
See how big you feel when you sound dead wrong
You ain't really a king
You don't be running shit
I heard your new song
I
losses
My mind only playing like bosses
Telling you come then I pause it
Speak it on me, I do mine, and it blossom
I was smoking on rich rich rich
Don't
rich, can't believe you ain't fuck Lizzo yet (Not yet)
But y'all gon' bust U-turns when it's your time, depend on that
These rappers shoot vids then
rich
Never give up on self and never lose faith
I gotta move forward, I'm never looking back
I used to want them old school big Cadillacs
Move, move,
Inshallah
After the rain the sun will shine
After the pain it's blessing time
Don't go insane 'cause it's not your time
Big up the man dem pon the other
all my diamonds hitting in the day time
(Day time)
And these bitch's wanna fuck me
By the night time
Lift it up throw your right wrist up
Show them
Only working till I see the commas
Bank so big that it drowning Bahamas
Shawties so bad in silky pajamas
Gotta get the bag ya know only designer
Keep this shit in rotation
Big Smoke running to my Destiny
Like I don't know patience
Like I don't where I'm at
Sometimes I feel my soul vacant
My chain hang like outties
I’m outtie like the outro
Every fives seconds man I drop
Another album
( Verse 1 )
My body donated to this
would also like to thank my cousin Jr
Aka, Rowe Stussy
If it wasn't for you, this album wouldn't have turned out the way it is
Thank you for your support
took a dime
Made beats for your albums
Ghostwriting on your rhymes, unh
Didn't I scream 116? Unashamed in my faith
Taking worldwide trips?
Didn't I win
your mouth off my Uptown dick
(Yeah)
Used to sell dope I was Uptown rich
(Rich)
Then I started making moves with my Uptown clique
Yeah
Big money man
on top of the world like 'Pac and Big
Flavor Flav still stay jig
Takin' a swing, knock you out like Shannon Briggs
Up on your block, money bustin' out
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
or drown thin line better swim fine
Minding my business when your girl said I got big mind
I got so much heat if I was employed I would've been fired
Ate off
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
I'm that Dominican nigga
Your bitch be talkin' 'bout
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection of my ho collection
action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love
(Et phone home like Martian)
'Til the sun comes up
Swerving a big body with the gang (gang)
And we keep them blickies we ain't worried 'bout
rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin' a lot
Yeah, that shit
know me
Bitch we got rich, we got caviar dreams
I got a shortie, she carry your dreams
Shit getting dangerous
Riding with a stainless
Shit get hot,
glow
Another 10 grand to watch the dice roll
Trying to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
The bright lights and this big city
I'ma live
tripping I'm moving bout 10 at a time
Them motherfuckers done made a line
I ran this shit up by myself no help I'm fine
Young nigga rich having I don't gotta
Zoop-zoop-zoop
You can find me, same city, same state
Carryin' more weight, fishin' with more bait
More license plates than your DMV
Takin' more total
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