Lyrics:
feelin' used, tryin' to rearrange plans,
'Cause I've got a Rolex but no time on my hands,
Made a transition from a boy into a man,
Step one never mix ya
back was cool
The front and the back was cool
So we do, Cognac for two
That make the King wanna Act A Fool (remember that?)
Player haters hot, cause I
Man upstairs
Is always lookin' out to answer our prayers
You see the real homies care and wanna see you make it
Will the haters get jealous and plot
until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three
to get ya fools
Chart-toppers, gotta put the 9-7 perimeter lock down
Show these playa haters the greatest family ya found
We put it down worldwide
We
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
survival, dedicated to my rivals
And you could die ho
What they talkin bout, Bone Thugs ran
Nigga we never ever run from no man
And fear none
If you see
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
celebrate
Cause it's a real nigga holliday
Trap, they love it, streets, they love it
The hood, they love it, the block
They love it
Pull up on haters, tell m
bars of death, yeah
[Chorus]
[ad libbed outro by Asia's hype man]
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
the world), let me do it, let's go
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I
you thinking about ways to take me out
so if you hate me, then just hate me
but don't try to play me for a fool and try to thank me
maybe if you was man
away
Get a little, get ahead then they take it away
The ghetto hanging by a thread, but we making a way
Come on Tena
Hater would try to take it
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
coporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an' count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets
and
Tryna provoke me, you gon get knocked out
You aint gotta be a hater man
You do your own shit, I do mine
If yours aint good enough
You gotta work harder G
Anymore
Anymore
You really stopped caring huh?
I can tell by the way move
That freaky life don't scary now?
I can tell it ain't much u won't do
You
chase em till I make em true
Remember ducking fiends on the corner on the way school
Wore the same jeans every day I was made a fool
We was on our own
marked for death
Autism and OCD have infected my head
Since the age of 2, I never knew what to do
Even though I’ve learned much, I still feel like a fool
I
haters
I ain't doing no more fucking favors
I'm surrounded by only motivators
I don't know who you think you are
Everyone I know want to be a star
But I
money counters
Lotta plays getting off
Type of Bitxh to hold the trap down
Can’t finesse lil baby she ain’t going for a thing
Try to fool her you a man
in work until I get a check
Yeah
At the tippy top
Where I be a lot
I can't hear you haters down by all them rocks
Yuhhh
I ain't leaving I ain't
UnderRated, yeah you are the greatest
I won’t even listen to all them haters
Talk bout another rapper they don’t even know
But then again I bet they
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