Lyrics:
dissing myself if I called you a son of a bitch (Oh)
Give it up for the Dips (Why)
Cuz it seems so simple (What)
That I'm so sick like a NE-YO single
I will
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
Let's be honest, I can't see myself with you
Half the time, I don't know what to say to you
So I keep runnin' away from you
Your love's too good,
the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in
the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth
the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep em, energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
See I'm cruisin' but I'm movin' often (Win)
See I tell you losin' never been a option (Win)
Runnin' my race 'til I'm in a coffin (Win)
So me and my
let me perform my song‚
So I shot up the arena
You can keep the indica 'cause
I'm smoking on sativa
You can keep that black bitch
'cause I'm fucking
Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean,
Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
would eat chu alive
You been, runnin around wit associates, calling em
Brothers it won't last uh minute uh
Tryna get uh big bankroll, selling candy was
today, gone tomorrow, I'm who they honorin', I raised the bar
Diamond in the rough, not a single flaw
Keep it raw for the call (bitch), ain't worried
keep it strong but this feeling kills
tryna get this money long pay my mommas bills
My mother always made sure we was getting by
So now I'm tryna make
voice keeps comin like a STORM
Bass should it be let go, heck no
Want to be hard, cause you failed to be techno
Rugged, ripped and rough hittin like
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
and try a nigga up
Keep the fye on me ain’t none to put it up (Put it up)
Just tryna tell you what I’m gone do (What I’m gone do)
Don’t fuck wimme I’m
Hennessey, take away me runnin' da streets
Stop people from rapin' me, take away all this jealously and prejudicy
Lord you said it was better place, I grew
and got ripped up
No joke, you get yolked, no matter how it sound
We're taking all fake niggas back to the stomping ground
Line 'em up single file, dome
and always keep bailing I'm gone
Ughh
Runnin around tryna get to the
Uber the whip sellin weed out the
Only hit me for a ounce or a
Break it down in the spot
Fuck it, runnin' them bags, up
Can't go broke as last year
Keep it real ain't no fakin' now
You a man, you still in your brother house
Kids need a dad,
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
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