Lyrics:
from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me
My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna fuck me
on the wall in my room Bitch
on some ol' nigga fuck wit me I'ma do 'em shit
Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
Put my foot in they rectum
now? Who's running the shows now?
The wicked wicked Lil' Rob gots it all under control now
Go now, if you know what's good for you
But you're one
down doors and back for more
Would you like more? of what we have store
Wars, and Battles Lil' Rob and Shadow
Are you the one to tattle when they playin'
with intent
The greatest mind I take what's mine and then I rob for respect
I heard your album it was comedy shit
Heard it again on some commodity shit
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man
It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders
I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than Folgers
I
people that find me compelling
Some ain't got nothing give
Some are so rich they the ones who always gon tell me
Money solves all of ya problems but not
Dipper
Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas
Have Roka snuffin' your jaw
Call him Rokamouth
Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing
I been knockin' out
Brady's throw completion rate
That's a bar, if you don't get it
But if you did
I have to explain for those who
Still give me no credit
Well, well, well
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
what I love
I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
Don't have no picks and chooses who get they head split
They die quick, fucking
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
us what kind of rumors have you murder sense the release of that album
And some of the things you been through
[Verse One: Lil' Rob]
Well let me
can truly tell you that
There's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you
What you think is the future for me and my generation today?
I
at Mcdonald's
Rob's Railroad for four dollars and twenty cents an hour I was like
"Who the fuck do this shit? This is wacker than a motherfucker"
This what
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
to grab what you can't see ,
But I grew up being who I wanna be, is
Nothing left on this after match but, hustler and, niggas like us, we go for what
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out
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