Lyrics:
a drive by ain't shit
We stay to the slums
Steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a basehead
His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE
But how he gets his
him well
Married not for money
But his lovin', swell
His name was Jankyn
And I outranked him
I don't think that's a sin
But he had a book of
Evil
his shit push lot of shit poppin
Got him all swiss cheesed up
He fell to his knees and
Wished he never released words
From outta his mouth bout the next
cold junkee with some
Drugs in his mouth
High till I die, and fry is all I taste
Don't make me catch a case by
Pumpin' them slugs in your face
I'm
moral code heart so cold
He'll sell his own momma for the dough
POSITION OF POWER what you gone do wit it
Make a change or you gone act a fool wit it
You
partner
Soon to be wed
I seen him turn his head
Watching birds that flew by the nest
But I digress
As he filled me on the news I ain't catch, like
How his
Fairlane
And someone let the fool run in the rain
I hear the sirens howling
It sounds like murder by my door
I wake up cold and Catherine
She don't
in the hoopty
Hit his crib, caught him in the bathroom, watching a movie
I asked a few questions; he tried to fool me
So I electrocuted him, I
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
was a cougar
But his dad was a loser
Party passed by, better wait by to Marty's future
Cuz Biff is a seducer
Cuz you don't wanna lose her
Bro, better
famous
When targeted by a cartel? Who's plan is heinous
Damn!
Dodgy ref
Takes the bung
Fixing matches all week long
Easy money
Plan is strong
Even
with my money I’m cuttin’ his throat
Paint a house he got whacked on a porch
Niggas say what how the fuck do they know?
He fixin’ a hookup I’m sendin’
his face
And you can try to get off on me, but I promise you gon' die
And if you disrespect my niggas, know I'm slidin' by the God
We smokin' off,
wet like a pool
Wait a minute uh, don't be the fool
Tell a nigga dont play me a fool
Shawty inside of the coupe
Speed racing I think we might fly
but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think
& Patron, I Don’t Drink Miller
I Ain’t A Killer But Don’t Push Me
Got My Own Label, I Don’t Need Def Jam To Push Me (Naw)
A Million Stacked Up, Money By
I heard that your ex came by the house today
And that he wanted
He wanted to take you away
I don't if you told him "Yes"
Or if you told him "No"
But
nigga and you got upset (RIP)
I seen your interview too, you looked oh-so-stressed
I think the nigga just mad 'cause I fucked his ex (mwah)
And I'm
nigga and you got upset (RIP)
I seen your interview too, you looked oh-so-stressed
I think the nigga just mad 'cause I fucked his ex (mwah)
And I'm
to come with some GANGSTA shit
You feel me?
[T-Bo]
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry
to the crew
I'm super swaggy swaggin' black and blue
Out the country chillin' by the pool
Out the country foreign money on me too
Out the country shorty
Respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em"
[Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down
When he was finished he handed a nigga nine
A nine
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
soon
You not a nigga while you poppin it better read the room
Im a fool, you know it's a hit if me and Sino on the tools
Steady money and good drank keep
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