Lyrics:
It's Warpath Records
Black Soprano Family
Big Warpath, Big BSF Shit
This how we putting it All on the Line
Feel me, shit
Won't nobody help, no
No one
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
nobody would feed me
I'll do whatever it takes it for my fam
I've got to get it however I can
Business is business supply and demand
I'm tryna sell records
on the deed or you bleed
I’m possessed by the demon of greed
Now gimme all my fucking money
As far as a soul, this is as far as mine goes
A sad ending I know
pilates trying to keep
the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife see what these
hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see
the rode behind me.
but nobody works to see it
I can do without it let 'em keep it
Keep my family good off anything I’ve succeeded
What I’m achieving
Wanna a million like
use it
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
with this picture nigga
Pack it up
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigga
'cause the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
I finally feel alive, hah
I finally feel alive
Last year I was 25, life caught me by surprise
Thought that I was gonna kill myself, but I made
shine
But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest, you fill it in
Long as the villain
shine
But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest, you fill it in
Long as the villain
sorry but I don't studder
Matter fact call me Frank Love 'cause I'd love to f*** ya
She said slow baby don't rush
I promise if you be patient I'll
scar on your face,
But when the 5 clap, you ain't gone survive that!
Oh, you ruthless? the record I'm a hustla stupid,
Cause jay made more off
Now I be rocking Gucci/Dior
Now my Ice dripping down to the floor
And my whole family all live up by the shore
This passion for music come from
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six
When I'm ripping the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed
When I got at the top and they made him
We've been wronged by Mrs Justice
When all you have shown us was injustice against just us! Well, not just us but it seems like it is just Us
Because it's
a predator
And a predator is
Best in catalogue
So if I got a problem
I'll handle y'all
Everybody got their problems
But I never see nobody
Really tryna solve
then you front like you something
I let em' hang I ain't feeling shy
Records go bang I know how to fly
Conquer the planet I call the shit mine
Blow it up
what you do deserve for tryna take the easy way
Be easy Mac my cheese is grate I'll cut it with me Team today, Proffit
How you gonna maintain,
By doing
glasses
In audio form
When I record
Niggas get probably annoyed
Cant nobody body the boy
Press of a button and flows flow
Now I just wait for the kettle
know the next time I'll see ya
Yea but for now onomatopoeia
Zoom!
I ain't really stopping 'til its billions
Shoot at racist pigs like Richard Nixon
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