Lyrics:
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back
water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
Everything gon' be alright
Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes
[Mary J. Blige]
Let's talk this over
to get through the tough times
Press rewind and go back to early days
And I would do it all the same way
Keep my babies, yeah I struggled
But God ain't
grope
just got out of jail
and already back slanging dope
my daddy wasn't there for me G
and my mom left me in the house abonded
'cause I rock so many diamonds (bling)
Could never run for president, my past too violent
Fam so broke that I had to start grindin'
Why I'm lookin'
Kids, Boy You At Your Motherfucking Momma House Nizza
A 50 Year…52 Year Old Dope Fiend Nizza, At His Motherfucking Momma House Nizza
Boy You Lower Than
the back
Out of control like a train off it's tracks
You know God damn well
Who burnt the house down
Buried the bullshit
And turned the sound round
B.E.I,
at the light by a gnat, I'm with you, not your friend, bitch, you are better
Hmm, lil' baby fuck for my dreadlocks, blue collar cons, got the feds hot
Just
Alright, uh
Bitch, I ain't early, I say, "'Bout time
" uh shit, I run uphill in my downtime, uh
Y'all spendin' all day swattin'
House flies? Uh
That
I been grinding ever since the elementary
I been waiting for this moment so intensely
Four years out the window fly by like a jet stream
Man I did it
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
the dope game
Runnin up a play keep yea head up til we all paid
I been in the fast lane keep it lit like propane
All about about that doe mane cannot play no
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
to remember
Whip her like she a sinner
Nah i aint no beginner
Bet I last when I'm in her
Got her tongue by my zipper
In here cruising like Penelope
All about
with?
I hope that this info don't go
To the soldiers you staying with
Shh
Don't be sayin shit
Got betrayed by the fam
On some crazy shit
You a friend
the fam no strangers
I work a lotta the nights & never complained
It's never the same way you'd thought
Put that pain all in my talk
Yea was chained down
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
The roaring crowds
The awards
The fame
The fortune
Co-stars, dope cars, all logos on
Nah, that ain't me
(No, no, no)
Fast food I chew
So no past due
on the stove
Dope everywhere
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thou, in
can treat her better fam
Ya
Ya
I can treat her better fam
Ha
Ha
I am flyin'
And I don't know how I got here
The sky is shining
And I can see my house
[Incomprehensible]
"My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer"
How will the family explain it?
"My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head"
He ain't around
shawty I get crazy cloudy
Have a baby by me probly maybe I'll buy you an audi
Maui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdy
Chevy caprice 73 play
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