Lyrics:
God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks
scope on the Drac' (uh)
We havin' our way (havin' that shit)
Havin' my way in the city
Get pulled out your britches, you talkin' or trippin'?
Go put
raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I
a musiacan
I'm a solo artist
I'm my own business
Yeah
How much money do I earn with my music per year?
Yeah none of your business
People try to say toxic
deep
When I be finished you missing your teeth
None of yall niggas cant come fuck with me
Pop me a pilly I start to feel silly
I'm chilling with Bilal
a breadwinner so I'ma eat
I'm a breadwinner so I'ma eat
If you don't eat then you die in the streets
We just try to get richer and stay on our feet
Got to eat by
too much
Just to show that I'm here by ya side
Yeah
I don't wanna hear your name
No more
I don't wanna hear your name
I don't wanna hear your name
I
of bitches way they know i gat de digit
U know dis matter
Money counting is the digit
Never giving up like old soja never die
We kush here puff puff no go fuck
Life is just a cycle forces within nature
Got a lot in store
This a portion hold your horses black is beauty joy
My influence was them brothers shot by
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
go go go go go go go go there Nelly
I just wanna bounce
I just want to make the money count
I just want to get it by the ounce
More like the KG
Ballin
difference is that you do not own it (skrrt)
I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it
I pull up in that car just like it's stolen, yeah
Came a long
somebody knows
There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Poor Katie, she won't even speak his name
None of us will ever be the same
It's
needed back then
Would you see him again?
Your stepping stone
Taught you things about yourself
In a way I set you free
Helped you find your perfect man
changing was not a reason to die
But he did not-so he must die!
YOU HAD YOUR CHANGE AND YOU FAILED!
Death by RNG is how I will go
This can not be! (How is
gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm
your town
Plain Jane roley, on my neck its a bust down
I used to go bust down, the same clothes for three days
Now I'm taking trips out the country up
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
really respect you
For not strangling all the press that press you
I would go insane and just stay in my bedroom
We're gonna show up to your house
of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make
your head above the water
Say, one day things must get better, be strong
Hold a firm meditation
One day things must get better
Don't you go down
your head above the water
Say, one day things must get better, be strong
Hold a firm meditation
One day things must get better
Don't you go down
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
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