Lyrics:
drank and smoking til I'm high yah
Opening my iris, look into my eyes yah
If you see the vision you'll be terrified
Got a room of Goons and they playing
a nigga gone, I put a grip on this bitch, I drone
I try to live by the shit I'm shown, you hear the pain and these songs
Festa go the keys on this hoe
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind tryna stack this change
If you ain't hit me up when I was broke please don't hit me up when I
G
'Cause I don't give two fucks about ya punk
You may carry a .45 but yo I pack a pump
And you can step up if you want, bitch
I ain't askin no
it, cats said I stayed low key
But always making sure they know me,
That's when the game told me
And you know
I cant get enough, its like I got
be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless
It is fuck 'em and tell 'em if
I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how
to receive
How do you expect the the congregation to grow
If people hear my songs and never share it
It's cool for them
But I want others to experience it too
could scram cocksucker, if you a hater mayne
I keep them ladies goin' uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm a grown man, thug ain't
Kurzweil, just a man and I'm flawed
Let's play pretend, bend, move it on beyond your body, transcend, yeah
I am just a broken version of the perfect person,
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
people want it all like Alicia Keys
I'm an epidemic like AIDS disease
If you mention me, it's a hefty fee
I'm on my grind, always about G's
I do it for
yeah she suck me up like quick sand
Under cooked meat boi that's a misteak
420 puns in my motherfuckin mixtape
25 letters but i don't know y
If you got
have
and the things they'll never have
Tell me if you hustle it really ain't hard to get
You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix
I heard
dazzled by all of your charm
This ain't summer love I know exactly what you are
Ooh baby, you're so fly
No surprise that you caught my eye
So wavy, so much
Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we
God and don't you know
(Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside
(The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light
(Rock on)
And He'll make it
You know relationships or whatever
You wanna call it i'm starting to think it
Ain't for everybody
You think your in love and
They play you for dumb
this for them niggas pickin on you
I got the bag is you gone move it if I dish it on you
But just don't run off cause brodie quick to up the biscuit
a key to my own success
Rebuke headaches from history lessons no teach me what Hani said
And Looking for justice how many followers you got
Can fighting
alicia keys
But wait a minute, this shit gon' make him hate a minute
I was fucking this bitch, know he hate I'm in it
But a nigga won't play with me, play
that I'm a send 'em right out
I'm a player, you know what that's about
Shawty Michael Jackson bad, giving her a time-out
Even if we lasted, she be
that old cliche.
There are certain obligations you just can't shirk,
You've got to put the heat on to make the kettle perk;
And if you want it to be
another play
I'm living for the day too much money in my face
Mixed with bad bitches
Alicia Keys Lisa Raye
I land in LA just because I'm in the mood
I just
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