Lyrics:
a roll with gold diesels
Growin' pains, family Seaver
Often understated, but they need us
Will you remember me?
Over twenty albums deep
Still a new
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
need a deal, I just need a meal
And you lookin' just like food to me
Pull up like Uber Eats
It be my goons and me
You be where goofies be
No this new
accepted by reality but shit ain't feeling naturally
I naturally
See that I am actually
Not another nigga but a man who gonna gradually
Master thee
Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally
And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't
the beat, like your cut g, gotta bald head
Aim at you, shot gun, got some pellets
Ain't tell the truth, then screw it, Imma tell it
Imma yell it, so loud,
is born
To a pot of gold
News flash im seizing on the honour roll
Shaking times up you gotta go
Tight shirt wearing rappers
I can see your heart
of food intaking
On Beat formation and graduation
I'm far from staying complacent
In fact I'm too fixated
On steadily notating
On this new album
That became
That'll teach not to ever judge a book by it's cover
Inside I'm like a bee hive
On the outside I'm all colors just like the blooming flowers
I aim for self
videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa
[Verse One]
Never have I been da type
Stay updated on the latest
Move info not posted on new trends bro
I'm old school like ya first class
So smooth
I rock the diamond chain
Yeah I'm on my silent g, yeah I'm on my Lil Wayne
Take things now with a grain but my bark a Great Dane
Little wins by
vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,
adjust like I'm changing the file
G.O.D took me up through yeah I got a new style
Now tell me how I got to live and give a person life
When I struggle like
to stop
Cus like these police start taking a shot
An enemy violating the squad
So fuck my albums fuck all
My mixtapes in the shop
Real G's don't
All platinum, no good
Every album, million sold
See-m-are will never fold (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
Gotta bentley coup & 2 range
& my new spotter
Aristocrats. Politicking daily with diplomats
I had visions by 26, I could be living that
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back
whole, like, albums
You know what I'm sayin'?
You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
When I was countin' down, these
eternally rep
Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test
Their ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous G
Cuz I'll make sure ya album is
I'm back to crack
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns
Movin' in and out of traffic like I'm still on the run
Got my vest on shawty
an earthquake,
Trunk bound to make an earth shake
Every day is a movie for me, you like the destination on the first day
Telling me it's a birthday, new shoes
Yeah Jetlife
Jet setting nonetheless
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for porches
Highed up focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm
and a gym
I ain't never fly economy I JetBlue inside a mint
That new Audi cost a ticket
My whole brand is monolithic
I be inside Texas chicken
That mean
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