Lyrics:
would stay, to ask you questions
To learn your lessons, re-live each summer
So hold out your hand, let's walk together
Let's talk forever free, what would
on a fast track
I wanna be earning
You're cool with getting by
That's why you starve prat
I ain't concerned about you, I'm getting mine
There's nothing I
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
Uh, uh (uh-huh) uh
Yeah, this is for all the sexy ladies out there
Uh, walkin' around downtown
Shoppin' at the malls, yeah
I see you in your sexy
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
When I walk in the room, I don't touch the door
You stepped on souls, I never touched the floor
I flew in over water and they rushed the shore
Hoping
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Atlantic City lights, main attraction
Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat and
Yeah, see'mon
Oh, you know that rhyme won't end
We 'bout to slow
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
my mic at these shows, 'cause that's the life that I chose
Pimp life, I chose to live the pimp life
Come talk a walk up in my shoes, pay a couple
Safe walks and still felt a peace in side da streets
I left a piece of me on da east and I let these niggas talk
It ain't my fault that yo started rappin
yeah)
Watch yourself before we make you next (yeah)
I'm thinkin' drive by
Walk down, curb side, head shot
Pull up, pull up, pull out
Sawed off,
who'll always understand
So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'
I'll reach out and take your hand
(Repeat Chorus)
that you was a legend (oh, he can see)
Shit crazy, but y'all already know that
On the strength of Nip, I ain't screamin' out, "Free Kodak" (nope)
Meek
prob, it's simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
You got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't
styles?
And all the niggas that you think about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (ha ha ha)
If I was fucking you
to walk out this door alone
Or
Do you got a hold on me Yeah
Don't Act like you don't know
Yeah
It's just as simple as the lies that you tell that you
rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go
care of my family (Yeah, yeah)
Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome
Ain't want you
on me
Watch how we boss talk
I'm throwing that money ain't nothing for free
That's how you boss walk
That's how you boss walk
Watch how we boss talk
Me
it out
The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do
True, we get it twisted when
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