Lyrics:
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
you
(Cant leave me alone)
How you got a girl but cant leave me alone?
I know deep inside you really hate it when im gone
Try to work it out but we can
the free-throw
Reppin' east coast, pull a 3, goin' beast mode
Only chance that you got with a cheat code
You can take a knee if ya last name is Tebow
But you can't
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinkin'?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
Whatchu know 'bout it?
Ya dig?
Weezy the name
lookin up to me
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club poppin' bottles
For what you need, gotta learn how to follow
I can be ya
hello, how are ya
He looked at me and said, I've seen better days
I looked at him and said, there's a better way
Three nails and a cross
Equal
to dream
And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene
Our name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase 2 just
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
hear that shit this evening
y'all niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
[Verse 1: Athian]
I spent 50 11 hours everyday on a mixtape
Say what's on my chest give a fuck what a bitch say
Tell it like it call it how I see it
y’all can get me
Money in the bank, I’m countin’ up my chips
Lookin’ at the figures, exportin’ out my bricks
My bitches attackin’ that criminal shit
Down
ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But
Deep in the storm it was long
I was grindin nugs ina bong
Tryna keep my mind from the gone
I was livin right in the wrong
Lookin back seein how far I
why I pour up the henny the remy D'Usse or codeine
I'm tired of the game roll 3.5 relieve the pain
Pour up a 4 as I'm lookin for change
No time for
ya money hungry honeys lookin' kinda funny dummies/
Don't know this/ Still gon' show this/
The way ya brag bout ya Gucci bags/
Price tags and mags/
I
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause
it on my tab
Redbull & hit note ya put it on my tab aye
We in the V.I.P. and everybody twisted baby drop it
low like a go go vixen lookin 4 my crew
I'm savin niggas with raps, I keep em' mummified uh
How you feelin' b? Where ya mind at? Where the fuckin tree? What's yo vibe at
How you feelin' b?
how we rock it
[Solomon Childs]
Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
[Trife Da God]
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they
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