Lyrics:
Talk and they chat but they leave when let go
I wake and I grind, couple G's when I get home
Grind from nice early
Big bands by the time I'm touching
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
ain’t no goes by my side
Tell that girl to leave me alone
Hoes keep blowing up my phone
I ain’t tryna be up in ya home
Tell that hoe to leave me alone
the street to the corner store
And by store I mean the pickup in the parking lot run by a dude and his little four
Kids they weren't his but to him it was
the world go
When the floor touches the ceiling then we all go home
There's this pretty little waitress that just struts on by
Wanna ask her on a date but
do
But better come back with the bag lil buddy, pay back all your dues
Come into my home Asian Household clean up your shoes
Feelin' like goin' dumb
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Oh, what a night, yo, that I've just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, no, this
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
of the flesh that we can Rest a home to Live in
Soul ascending
Shooting star beyond the solar System
Solar powered, Son saved him In Godspeed
See we don't know
the budget so it doesn't worsen.
I had to rap fast so I could get every verse in.
Got bit by a spider someone better get a nursin'.
My guy Hawkeye born here
Aye
Appears I was a little tough on you last time, Brandon Nimmons
People got the wrong impression, you're a good guy
So here we go
Yes, I used
Is this guy serious? Alright it's time to put this coward's in his place
You can suck on your fud
In the mud you ugly punk
While we govern like
aren't people I know. I got a buddy of mine, you know, scratch tickets. You know the thing, the guy won 250 bucks on a scratch ticket. Quit his job.
with my buddies
and we're part of 242
Get my orders, do my job, get my money, boogaloo
I can hear you say this guys a mobster
likes violence for its
I'm in the millions
I'm not the guy to pick the fight
But if you try, I been through fire and may re-ignite
I was the man of my own house before
creak in the house could be your mom walking in no no no no
When I was twelve and I was just in middle school
I went and met my buddies over
got truckers waitin', they get high just like the Ferris line
Buddy duckin' man, I'm on my motherfuckin' dummy shit
Take a spliff, light it with
them haters, keep on numbin' Battery need a jumper, stay connected
Just that ghetto guy with no Chevy I'm still reppin
Just be careful where you headed
the shit...yeah i feel like the one
She badd as shit...but she is not the one
I'm the not the guy you bring home to your mom
I am the guy the fuck up happy homes
Yeah
I guess I'm, sorry not sorry
Yo
For the past year I've been goin' through the ringer
I figured it would die down by now
But the more I consider
I was told that every good guy knows they need to stand their ground[00:16.82]So I stood up to the drunk who tried to put my buddy down[00:21.21]I
Broken by every wave
Struggling to stay afloat
This life is far from over
Hang on buddy, we're goin' under
And it burns through my veins
The words
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