Lyrics:
insane for this shit I'm Naismith,
I'll run the game, don't even wanna be famous, yeah
It's tough pretending you gone get by
Such a shame, caught you
one to blame
As if I lit the flames all alone by myself
No you're wrong, I had help
Don't you know?
Oh I'll tell
Yeah I lit the fire in between, she
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
We can deal with it later
In the morning when everything is possible
Can you do me a favor?
And don't try to understand something you can't plan
Got
Please, don't blow that shit nowhere by me
I know bush when it floats by me, uh
They ain't never believed in me
Why'd I make it to the party? Uh
Honestly,
better step for your respect
Finger this tech, ya might get wet when we spinnin' on the set
Don't got regrets for what I said, you shouldn't have pushed me
follow me
I see right through disloyalty
You follow me you envy me
ooooo
I don't fuck with niggas tripping stressing bout they ex
She a televised hoe she
high tech to easily put out a fire
Where WW2 was caused by the first rapper
And we are aloud to you know tap her.
Tap Who?
You know, that girl from
high tech to easily put out a fire
Where WW2 was caused by the first rapper
And we are aloud to you know tap her.
Tap Who?
You know, that girl from
the other will think is so grand it's beyond all measure
But you know no heart was ever won by treasure or trick
So Don't Blame Me Man but life's no rom-com
don't need to be cliche either way
He's the gay who was too afraid of me today
Cause I tweeted that he'd be
Sniped by a Green Beret check the timeline
Yo,
stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton thing
Don't make me switch whips, hop in the Ghost like it's Halloween
Run up
Finding a way, hide it away, waiting for change,
Things are the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,
looked back
Cause now I'm feeling intact ey
Nah I ain't got the time for staying high
I don't want my life to pass me by
I don't wanna look back if I die
shit you talk don't move me nada
The dudes with the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and choppers
It's truly lava, who knew we prosper
The game's
cars rented, homie that ain't authentic
Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid
Don't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
and burning bridges
But I'm not the one to blame
They're all saying I'll never make it
What can I say? That's just my lane
Music's to me like a drug- I think
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
don't blame you
Stayin silent thru the torment cannot get nothing out me, all these excuses to accuse me to get people to doubt me
Closer to my word den
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my way to the pros
Hunnit pack play, I'ma break it down
If it ain't bout money, don't come around
You bozo nigga,
the wine
If you ain't finna pass
It then you ain't worth my time
If you ain't really with it then
Don't hit my line
Me and the homie
Heading up
Johhny
what
If you think it's too late, can't be over
Took a break five months of being sober
Now there's Angels around the city
Don't fuck with me
Need an Eva
live by a script
(And I swear to God, all these bitches got me fucked up)
(I can't claim no hoe)
(I'm only claimin' the game)
(Yeah)
Back in, bitch I'm
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