Lyrics:
a orphanage, with all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices 'cause they couldn't get me, off a kid
It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash
a friend im lyin just pop me
Get in yo feelings, dnt mix it wit profit
Had to get on couldnt sleep ona pallet
Ballin too hard but dese niggas stay fouling
hill narcos, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal
Let's get richer, kid
Signature Luis rich won't stop until there's billions in this bitch
the hustle
I don’t play around bro
Hell no
I love the game
I get love out here
Im sick
Work hard for it
I Love The Game
I love the hustle
As long
getting sticks to steal my glow
Sickest kid on a verse one man show
I be like a one man army
Y'all can't harm me
Get your whole crew if you want
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
me to chill ain't used to me spazzing
But I gotta go hard for the team
Just a kid on the block, I used to get cussed
But now it's a whole
equal
His new album in stores - Tical 0, man
The Prequel
You know how we do when me and my crew bang
Been rapping this kid
Since he was down with Wu Tang
[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
or Kid Frost to an ese
This is for la raza Khalifa and Lupe
Dilated Peoples Migos Cool J
J Cole Jay Rock The Lox on D block
Detox DOC or Diddy with D Dot
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
, when your feet are touchin' (kid a nigga hungry, yeah, he one of ours)
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
trying to get by
But they don't make it easy
for no man
it's hard enough out here
being a black man
cnd even if I fall
imma go hard
cnd Every
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
jeans and sweaters
Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera
Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or
Get off the block, run south with M. Betha
and drop blocks like tetris or
Get off the block, run south with M. Betha
From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra
Who the fuck (fuck) want
side we the hat gang
In the Bronx that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
actually it inappropriate
Very gonna look down when you're up
Better heads up when you get in
Rich hood broke kids
Precised by everybody
Look how I
the physical cause the physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
And this from my heart
I meant every part of this
Working hard as if I had two life's to live
I took a lot from the game
It's only right I give
When
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
intolerant
"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid!"
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I get it
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