Lyrics:
suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254
Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten
the real me
You could never ghost me
Could never kill me
Dying to approach me
She look like Winry
Feeling like Prometheus
Could never heal me
Get out my face
nice
I get my drugs from my plugs
For that love price
For the low nigga
I fuck niggas hoes nigga
You know they go nigga
My bitch down to blow nigga
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by Lion Side Music Group
Ha ha
One time for a nigga like
Y'all fuckin with the wrong one
they roll with me
Surviving the struggle I pose and taste the feeling of victory
I know my haters they sick of me
Serving out nuggets like Mickey D's
Lil
Pull up on the block and feeling like the illest
Boy I own the city
Thank you Mr. Illitch
And I don’t concern myself with tryna be the realest
Bc
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
Fronting more
Half asleep
Mixing up the comedy with tragedy
Rapidly
Falling down into your gravity
I'm spiraling out of control
Gotta get a grip a hold
I get it shaking
Ain't talking no dribble
Hang so much with blues
You would think I was cripple
Been thinking bout putting
New racks in my
really feeling froggish, leap
Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man, I hate this
big brother Eddie's on the bayou fishin' On the river
floats Poppa's great big boat That's how me and Poppa
get in to town It takes every bit of a night
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
white Tee sprayed down with Cologne
Everyday oh that's R.A.
But homie he don’t play play
With the fam street sweeper get sprayed with the AK
If you know
to come and dirty your soul
You see the haters get the genitals
Back up off the minerals
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
Rolling all
many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist
get diplomas
Look down on people who smoke on their sofa
They prolly put crack up inside coke a cola
So we addicted and get a glaucoma
How is it legal
trynna make her proud
Hold it down for my city yea I love my city
310 for life yea it’s in me
I’m feeling like it’s showtime
I’m feeling like it’s
Zion at Duke
I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame
I been goin' nuts
squad gets dumb and jim carrey you ought the buildin
Messin around with god's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face,
Burning shit with acid
Toxic wanting more
Eddie brock mixed with Manson
Vomit on the floor
Fucking Cheers Ted Danson
Oh my
Time flys
Gotta a lotta bugs
lovey-dovey shit that take up
Too much of my time got a bad bitch on my side, she a boss and
Down to ride If I get caught up in a jam, she got my
Back, yeah,
I quit
Dealing with motha fuckas like by bitch
I'm sick
Of this lifetime I'm timeless
And old soul
Feels the vibes they vibrant
Big bucks yeah that's
release you?
[Shane]
Oh oh, please do
[Kane]
So Lil' Daddy, my ace, my brother
Get on the mic and let's rock with one another
[Shane]
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
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