Lyrics:
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
green in my bag I'm the hottest tea (whew)
Album dropping in a few and ain't no stopping me
This is my house I never needed company
I'm the real deal
I
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I'm so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated
After album five, I got syndicated, you
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
My kids playin' soccer, ain't shittin' away
Ready, set, go, ain't losin' a race (nope)
My house smell like ganja
Fuck yo' kids, I'm dealin' with
the house keeper when
They hear folks cussin'
Cause you already know that
You won't deal nothing such a fucking mark
Tryna play those type of games
Dawg I'm
If you all, out and about, the street club or the house
And you need heat in your speakers, don't stop
[Champ M.C.]
Yo, don't speak 'cause
a movie
In and out these houses
Come and see my surroundings
I'm trying to change my life and they
Want to see if I'm about it
Well I'm dumbfounded, I'm
my shoes by Gucci
I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi
Countin lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob
Convertable Saabs. I'm married to the mob
Biggie
don't really know, but I haven't changed now
I'm still a little quiet, haven't let the rage out
But you can see the beast inside the Wrath play house
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
The ones thats always trolling
The friend who takes you by surprise
That's why you call him woedie
One more drink till I hit that turn up
We don't really hit
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
.jpg/217px-Kim_Carnes_with_Mike_MacDonald_(cropped).jpg "Kim Carnes")
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