Lyrics:
Ha ha hah hah! Da doo doo doo do doo
You want to test me are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your FUCKIN mind
KRS One is the DON seen?
Come
that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)
I ain't dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'
I'll hop out that Rolls truck, go
with Wiz 'cause this is the protocol
Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
As long as I live it, come pay me
Everybody in life get scarred
But you still gotta play your part
Keep going baby you're a rockstar
It ain't always bright it get dark
But you still
talk to me, come out the panties"
I say, "Don't talk to me, come pop a Xanny"
That's my bro, let's keep it in the family
Yeah, let's go
Never let 'em
Trying to boost my career put out nothing but hits
Niggas know how I come with this rapping shit
I'm the hardest out running, haters in my way
But
due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopign for them
due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopign for them
thing about me
It only brings the best out in me
Anytime your skepticism surround me
Go ahead and play your hand as you please
We both know the game
want a lake to view
So I could write about my life and what I’m going through
I’m working hard, no time to play I’m tryna keep my word
I need, I need, I
what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
Stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail
Wake up, go get it
Don't hit the snooze
Thought I told ya, we not bout to lose
Thought I told ya, we don't play by the rules
Thought I told ya, we
play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin' the fuss, I
play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin' the fuss, I
devil
And then the ice begins to melt.
You stack em up
And I knock em down
No matter where they're from
They all fall down
Keep em coming
Same old thing
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm
Ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again
Never going
asleep in the mind
wake up
get yo grind on its yo time to come and
cake up
shout out canonize the homies yellin
say whord
in this game we keep digging
the C and I'm with some blue devils, I keep me some shooters like they play at Cameron (You get it?)
The Mo out to Vegas, I'm in all black like
right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
Real ones don't hit with the lights out
CO6
Chanel on the seat
Put em on feet?
handling
Needa keep track of all these rappers that I’m canceling
Got em down at my feet
And you know they kissing me
Every time i come through yea Know that
Thoughts 2myself
Hook
Intro
I been looking for a way out tha shit
Every night tryna play out tha script but it dont work
Never thought that i would
the trappin a hobby
I had to get in my bag
I had to come out the stash
I went to work with the work hit me a double shift i learned me physics and math
Real
no feelings now I'm thuggin' by my lonely
My life is like a lotto everybody wanna play me
I be talking to myself 'cause nobody understand me
I been
get bad
Especially come the first and the fifteenth
So no matter how hard it
Get, stick you chest out, keep your head up
And handle it! Hold on
I'll
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