Lyrics:
sight
50 inch wide hd with the backlight
I be running laps like the season again
Lil shawty throw it back got it teasing again
Big foreign going past now
Hustle draw me into big things
Wetin man dey think e pass 50
What If am not here where would I be
Sheybi na my dream am chasing
Grinding for the money
Make
off being a friend to me
You don't want to offend me
Better play it cool, don't know what I might do
I knew just what I had to be
When I heard you
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im tryna hit
Prosperity preaching that counterfeit
Moving weight starting to sound legit
Man, If i could just hit a lick we'd be all gucci
Get my hands
than the Jetsons
Push the culture forward I'm just here to set the precedent
Not just my pockets filled up by Bennies and Jeffersons
Future bright head
Just for the niggas that hate it
(Niggas that hate it)
1010 WINS, hindsight's 20 20
Thirty-thirty up in 40
40, light somethin' ugly
It's a fifty-fifty
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine
and I know after that
I’m gonna lose you anyway
This time you need to know
I don’t wanna be just your friend
So how is gonna be?
You will runaway
Quay
Oh, that my nigga ain't even know this where he be
Fuck you talkin' 'bout
(Tahj Money) yeah, yeah, yeah
Sean John drip when I walk in
a science class bucket
She in to tough talkin now that 50 got on
Quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on
You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you
in the icebox
I just wanna cop the Rolex
I just wanna cop the Rolex, uh-huh
Don't want that 50, but I got on sailin' rides
They say I'm fly to fly
fuck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time, not
be giving game to
These dudes mad 'cause they really ain't you
I know you're gone on that liquor, ain't you?
Baby I ain't tryna change you
Got you
addicting to stacking these bands every month
On my Harlem World shit
Niggas been doubled up
Lot a niggas be mad at the kid
I don’t blame’em
Just look
best time you noticed
I be tapping on and on and on and on
I be grind on and on And on and on
Four fifty im just back now
Would you still love me If I
these fuck
Niggas
Chette died by the fye
But he died with his niggas
Pray God protect all of my Enemies
Seem like my friends gone be Done get me
Played me
ya color, mother giver of birth
The fruit of this earth
The living the life ya giving
Despite the challenge that might arise
What a beauty just to be
change in a second
You just gotta be wicked, understand it was taught and we lived it
And everybody's the same, I think you oughta be different
My moral
2050 they tryna have these robots supersede human intellect
They want these robots to feel emotions just like people
What you see in movies do be coming
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and, a pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone.
"she's the purest"
Saw a white girl
Snorting white girl
Off a pink titty
In the back room
By the bathroom
With a rolled 50
She licks it up
She
done been thru 50 shades of dark
Bitches on their hating arc
But we winning doe
Glad i found yo ass over any other tinder hoe
Man these bitches be so
as they're getting ready for Blessings
Thinking life will be easy by selling their souls on credit
All you niggas a beefing what's with the passive aggression
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