Lyrics:
hood
But I just showed y'all the difference of
(being good and being Goodz)
I'm 2Dope, that's why you angry man
But after you choke
It's gon' be some
us through some mad shit
And I'm grateful in my life that
I had the opportunity to meet you
And greet you
And most of all, speak to you 'N'
Also
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
cost a couple of bob
About a buried treasure
Back home in Ballydehob
Well, I gave him all the bucks I had
And he took me by the hand
I know you love
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I'm like two for three tonight
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
I'm different
Me, I'ma grow up a dog
Go through Securus, I slow up the call
I should be dead, I should be dead
Trying to find the reason
Maybe they're the reason why I'm here instead
I should be
I should be dead
Dirt bikes
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
two to tango
You call this a lame flow you bought the shit
I guess you to blame too I just found the angle
No more reality flow I'm tryna time my
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
You're amazing, you're incredible
You've been so good to me
You keep me safe from harm
Lord you saved me and I'm so grateful
From the depth of my
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
reaper chilling with the dead that are grateful
Mcs act like they dope but they k2 fake news play food
Watch me stay calm while I blaze you
Hip hop raised
cradled these thoughts
I keep these voices locked in a vault
And they're annoyed
By the way that I'm paranoid
Stair in the air
At an endless void and all
147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message,
Serena leading bros
I’m a liter full, I’m a Cheadle dude,
I’m the key to vaults shatter sheets in full
Tough titties gotta wake n bake and then cut
My ego
cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
And I really need help from your light
To be able to do the right thing
And not be blinded by anything
That's of this world, Lord
I'm grateful for you,
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
.png/300px-Grateful_Dead_(1970).png "Grateful Dead")
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