Lyrics:
say
By myself, I made my own Way
Life's hard but my spirit never break,
cnd I never rode a
Understand I'm coming for your neck
If it's music I
Know what I mean?
We in LA though, know what I mean?
Sitting low in the coupe, you
Know what I'm talking about, nigga?
Hold up
Roll a spliff in traffic
fuck it
My dick, I done told y'all suck it
I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for your nigga
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
on another planet
By the time you get this album im on another album another album another one
Dj Khaled man i can't count em
My spaceship it crash landed
So
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
you wanna give me some money
Then do please
I will fuckin' roll up you a fat doobie
Nigga crevice, do you want?
I am goin’ to smoke you the
Fuck up
as pleasing if it's easy to get
I'm the slickest pick up artist so it's hard to resist
Homage slips into your cottage does your daughters and dips
Got a lot
snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
like a rock
Police have minimal control, they're outnumbered
Haters in slumber, dick up in a sock
I lost a lot of friends and it's been a little while
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
house
My only option's to cum on the floor
Good dick is hard to find so seek me out
I'll give you the header
If you're a woman I will come and eat you
came up
Duckin undercover men
Friends getting railroaded hung by his government
This is what they made me
Hell is what they gave me
Homies coming home
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give 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
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
Take a minute and listen to
The flow that supports you when I spit it
Your spirit it rises like it ought to
So turn the volume up the devil's time is up
wanna cry and act a victim
I seen better violence produced by Activision
My life ain't a game come see what a player witness
This one of those albums I
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