Lyrics:
just sell my soul
Getting this money my goal
I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (nigga, come on down)
I want the gold, I want
Speaks in Morse code, I'm traveling Moors Gold
Babbling Bushido, while holding my soul's glow
No longer seeking key holes to see the world
A locksmith
city thinks...
Yeah, it's all about work
Pushing through when it's easy and when it hurts
I-I-I've been working at this pace...
No matter what my
just me and you
Don't even try to waste my time
I've already spent it all just getting high
I love being alone with my new girl
She's my world
Look
With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we
Yeah I rap and I grow weed
When you this great, niggas don't hate
It's about dollars so it can't wait
Roll that shit and get real in that city
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
shot
When they get out the hospital
They gonna get shot, too
The fast one bringing that AK
Better walk, then we even
When I leave and flees to Cleveland
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
Big Daddy Kane told me No Half Steppin'
You half step it's a wrap
You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy
Yo you know why this dude
Cass' act real
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
Used to pick me up from school right after work
Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
She's ask why I rock all this gold, 'cause
before I could leave she gave me the royal letter
Yo, she said just tell 'em I sent ya
And little did I know this was the start of my adventure
But before
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
rappers are ready for a real one
Call me Big Poppa like Biggie
From ATL, I rep my city
Where all of the hunnies are pretty
With faces full of the Fenty,
didn't know
Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor
Verse 2 (Master P)
Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
getting dizzy
God made me the light in the mud of my city
Oh
Oh
No
Don't sell your soul for the money and gold
God please forgive them for they don't know
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
breath
Ready for your best
Bring the world on 'till there's no one left
Dead wrong
Present and strong
Never back down's gonna mark this song
Damned
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