Lyrics:
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
he's calling her dame
Don't hate the player hate the game
Miami nights dripping in sauce
Paid for the flight by breaking the law
She wanna ride, shes
(Yes sir)
Everyday a nigga' in these streets ? I'm on paper chase
(Everyday)
Even if i gotta scam' i'm a get this cake
(Fuck it)
Real talk? i should be
It is early in the morning and I gotta get up
And the house is a mess but I don't clean up
I gotta get outside and get all set up
I got a selling
Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon
If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
You
chicos, I gotchu, I promise!
Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!!
So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game
chicos, I gotchu, I promise!
Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!!
So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game
ya eat don't post it on ya Instagram
I'm just a old nigga stuck in his old ways
But them old ways gotta nigga breathing today
Old nigga Old scars
Young
gonna get you to do, is just uh, don't- don't touch that gun, alright man?
Alright
Will you just step on out here real quick with me, okay?
Alright
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
that we kick up
Go talk shit forget they get hit up
You better be bout that shit you kick
Like DipSet bitch you trying to get with us
I don't
look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
to prove the fact that I
Don't wanna get sued for
Sampling on my song DEATHCAMP that
Appeared on Cherry Bomb
Now, I rarely sample i usually play
All for the game
I've seen a lot of y'all go
I've seen a lot of y'all fold
Shit ain't the same
Aye, Aye
Like we don't fold
I held it down for
you don't fake it
Mix it, grease it weigh it, bake it
And who, cares, who
Looking when your cooking
With your crooked little book-a nooken
They might,
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
since '81
And I got opps looking down the barrel
I'm rollin' it's all games and fun
First fire balls, I'm bringing peril
Don't live by Rools here
But
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
PS5, Niggas think that I'm playing
Not playing no games
Don't get your card pulled by the slimes
You connect to the lobby
But you not real right
For
barely many first we get the guap then its phase two (Tudu)
Dashboard semi-semi look inside the ride just the main crew
Park it in the lot then we make
straight from ?Warm Cloth? where these niggas don't fist-fight
They got they motherfucking pistols shooting shit up
Just enough to get your punk ass lit up
don’t believe me you
Can ask your uncle lover
So can I get a hug goodbye?
You smell fly like a
Rose that must be Electric P by Rhodes
Better yet don’t say
Pulling off fast in the R.C. 350
We pull off all like, like skrt (Skrt)
"You got cash?", yes sir aye
Shawty wanna get turnt
Neck cold like brr aye (Brrr)
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