Lyrics:
about that
I know about everywhere I go, I gotta have my motherfuckin' gun, period
I know about Chi big homies
I don't call the niggas big, they ain't
I did it for everybody out here on they own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall,
All eyes on us (let's rock)
See the boys in the club
They watching us
They watching us (you watching us)
They watching us
Everybody in the club
All eyes
game tight
Just focused on the mula infatuated with big bags
Rockin to the neck cus shitheads will getchu toe tagged
Not focused what they talkin i know
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
live for your nigga?
Do up big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga
Would you ride for me?
Rapper robbery
Would you die
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
If you try to cross me out then I'ma show you I'm a dub (Mike Dimes)
Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes, nigga
Double Lamb OG
Big Lamb', Mike Dime's gon'
(uh-huh)
I'ma keep it real 'til the death (uh)
Never need a hand or get help (uh-huh)
Uh, you know I came in by myself
You they type of nigga get
the blood in my eye! The media is lying to you, it's a big club that you're not in, they're watching, fucking trash, put 'em in the bin, everybody's
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
tryna steal it)
We never going broke, we go go get it (We go go get it)
I pray everyday my brothers get rich (I hope we get rich)
Yeah, Im super
Have me goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get
over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Cuz ain't no way I was born to pay bills and then die
Man I gotta do it big I ain't tryna get by
A lot of people say they living but they living
bling than Baby
I'm not ice rockin crystal poppin
The type to rebound with chicks I'm not Rodman
I gotta girl with a butt big as Trina's
And green
Prius with check engine light
Get you out the three hunnid square footage, come spend the night
Let me show you how I'm livin' life
Everybody over here
then, let it fall down
Yea, aye back then well that was back then
I was trynna get rich off of rapping
I was trynna get paid off the backend
I was trynna
Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
blame his bitch
Everybody talking 'bout I changed and shit, you the one that changed, bitch
Matter of fact I did change shit, I ain't have no chains
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
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