Lyrics:
Brothers find it hard to build
Always eager to kill
Sell ya soul for the record deal
Not half a mil
Couple dollars for ya mass appeal
Shawn carter swag
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
behind ya
I'm the flyin Hawaiian mortar strikin' your side of the island
It's Gibraltar, try to find a hole to hide in
They doin Triple Takes
dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just
heart 'o hearts
In our heart of hearts
In our heart of hearts we can find our God
Problem from the start when we're taught by frauds
Everybody wants what
tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for
expose all ya funny bunnies
Rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money
'cause next week if the new fad was hip hop fags
You'll find a lot of these thug
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
But I got the game by the throat
See the fans taking notes
We just be giving them hope
Swear that we doing the most
Raise ya glass, make a toast
to give us Nothing
Now I’m on all airways
Sounding lovely
They show their love
By giving me this money
So wealth is my health
And health is my wealth
Yo
My
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This for my niggas worldwide
In the parks
In the yard
In the bar
Ya knawmean
(Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)
You should've took time to prevent
The compiscation of your monument
Now ya, wash up, and a nobody
No one blame but your body
You livin' life, had
ya
Blowin' a cloud of smoke? Yo, you must be on a mission
You want to smoke somethin'? Smoke this one
Smoke this one
[Chorus]
Who will save
I touch down, by lil Fate
(Hook)
Now don't get mad at me 'cause ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
Just charge it to the game and find
looking like a big snack
Yo, a leader so he motivate himself
Pac and Nas product so he need no help
He got passion and love and aim for wealth
He's down
find the high life rolling down the high road
So we stay rolling hydro
No sly tokes only brung enough for my bros
So I'll tell ya on ya bike yo
Uncertain
call ourselves
Soon as we got a taste of wealth
Now we sound like niggas with a
Bigger arsenal on our shelf
Trained and schooled by G's
Death before
on my own shit
Huh
I'm on my grown shit
Huh
I'm on my own shit
Huh
I'm on my grown shit
Huh
Tell em' I'm rich no crypto trying to find God
I'm downright
chest
Cause I know they all come your
Away gon mess with the vibes
Ya it better work
Chrome heart find
Me ya sitting on my work
(Oh give me a mil)
I
I put my hands up
Sometimes I can't stand ya
Oh you think you mad bruh
Imma let you man up
I'mma just rewind to
I'm still tryna find you
Even when I
the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd! (What up
are holy stand tall never let em see you lowly
Protect ya energy build ya self up focus on ya health that's ya only wealth
Your design is one of a kind
you
Tera ehsaas
I'll find you
Baby I love you the same
I'm so lost so they label me shy
Why ya tryna go away when you were mine
There's a lot I could
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