Lyrics:
feel invincible mythical
Discipline we learned when
We was yelled at by the principle
I was just shrimp a
Poboy not nutritional
We don't keep it
front, no COD cash in hand
No fronts, nigga, gotta get you stacks in rubber bands
It sounds sad, nigga, and you know that I'm the man
All this money,
Whenever they got problems tell me who they call?
And I don't answer back because I'm trying to ball
It's a race for them bands so I can not stall
Ima' run
hey
My love, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love
My love
I love the way you're standing
Lips look so sweet, like
they do it on them buses
Come and get you like buster
All my side women know
Do I still roll with Buster?
I don't lay down, play around with no nigga
Watch your step
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
When my monster, from its slab, began to rise
me on
That’s what you call spiritual
Lyrical miracle right?
Like I ain't really saying shit
You just blinded by ya hate
So when I’m saying it
You think
it easy
No rules we chase the feeling
New school we take it easy
No rules we chase the feeling
Yeah I like the way that sounds
I don't think we quite
goyard I pop out
Baby, you know what I'm on now
I just be up till the dawn now
I got a S-H like I'm Don now
Talkin' that smack, I pull up and it's on now
I
(Nelly) Hey! What it look like out therr Deacon?
(Ali) It's packed right, it's packed
(Nelly) It's packed?
(Ali) You gonna hit dis right herre?
mean other things too
But like she's very just into herself
But I love it, I love that energy
And I think that that is like important
And I think that,
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and joey, we a perfect fit
He like
what I want, bitch I run everything
Yeah, it's like these racks coming to me, yeah
But you still can't get nothing free, gotta work hoe
Think you fucking
Bitch, skundy, five hundy
Ayy, six in the morning phone slappin' while I'm yawnin
Cookin' on the counter like a George Foreman, nigga
Hustlin' in
round
Hey
Woo
Hey
Woo
Hey
Woo
Hey
Woo
Surfin by
Ocean fly
Never realized I'm too high
But I do it right
Hey
But I do it right
Hey
Surfin by
Ocean fly
assistance
No need for shawty or mistress
Just want the money and riches
50 bands I'm a man on a mission
And everything I do do it all for the gang and the fam
to tolerate this pain, I'm fighting demons everyday
I can't even fall asleep, it's been a long ass day
Only 20, my heart heavy
Made sure my bands steady
I won't
jeans I’m with the money team
Late at night I see dead people
I'm like a money zombie rubber band hundreds
Comma, comma, comma
Bankrolls after bankrolls
I
was on, tippy tippy, I'm on my toes
Fuck risin' to the occasion, the temperature been rose
Set it off like intros, blast you and your kin folks
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
'm overreacting
Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch
Four in the morning, and I'm zoning
They say I'm possessed, it's an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
like I do, no nigga fuck you like I do
I had yo back when ain't nobody else did, said fuck me girl it's fuck you
And I ain't perfect, never gave me
But like I used to when I was hiding drugs in my shoes
They say they love me, I just find it hard to say I love you too
They love me, I just find it
Chest out head back
Yeah you know what I rep
Strut like a Rasta
Though I'm being chased by death
I'll be gone 'til whenever
Like the song by Wyclef
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