Lyrics:
You doin' wrong by your people, man
Told Trig you should cut his ass
Yeah, uh
Stay on point, hope you cover your hand (uh)
I don't question
a dollar and I got ghost
They was in a Regal I was in a Monte Carlo
Pissin' on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin' from
sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That
(I call this the "Crackhouse")
Mm, Mmmm
(Chino, what's in your cup?)
I don't even feel like I gotta' read this shit
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
My mind
just burned out
Their records don't sellout, they stoop and they sell out
cre you satisfied by the way it all turned out?
You got dough (cre you
productions and you know the game is tight, hold up,
You would think I’m Rachel Ray just by the way I’m cutting up, no I don’t kick it with my soldiers but
to lick man's head
I coulda had man lookin' like Darko
All this beef on the streets gets managed
Ancelotti, call me Carlo bad B from overseas
She fancy me
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
A nigga say I'm young and dumb
And act like I don't give a fuck
Guess them 80's got a nigga
Feeling like I'm super buck
Old niggas be scared of us
'Cause we
C'mere
(Trizzy, come over)
Yeah
Like I don't know
Like she don't know me like she think she did before
I get a new bitch every week I can have 'em
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a rapper
for a livin'
[Verse: Shade Sheist]
They want to know why I keep it so simple
I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal
Sheist
I don't think there's anything between me and my goals
As far as I know, this is all I know
I don't think there's anything between me and my goals
going to make the things happen, things happen
'Cos you're great
you follow the voice of your freedom, by the way
you don't matter when, in spite of my
clear
But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears
Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear
Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares
On momma's Monte Carlo
She don't open all the gas bills
Just leaves it on the dashboard
It's a low and lonesome song
When the wind sweeps through
mind
Heed in time, speeding I'm
Flying by at the speed of time
I don't even need a nine
Empty sylabulls will pierce your spine
Peace of mind, Paul Pierce
friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By
always doing a drive by in the Monte Carlo
People trifling
Why you think I move solo
Mama looked me dead in the eye
And said... Something just ain't right
Why you be stressing
Why sometimes you be feeling like some days ain't yours
A lot of people gon' say that they got you but don't ever help for
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
whippin' up in the sports car
State building jams, remember Farraqan had that fake million man
Copped the fly jackets from Carlos at the mall
Or be in King
parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way
Carlo
Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
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