Lyrics:
know That life is a bitch boy And mama never cared to be rich boy But I swore one day, we'd be out of this ditch boy And turn this house into a mansion
Put your bid in
Get your hustle on
This underground shit
And I'm the underdog
You niggas little smoke
Boy, I big chief
Louisiana Made, but I rep Tha'
a little bit different
Just a little bit different
Gotta hustle
Gotta hustle
Im on a mission
For more than chips
Won't stop
Till the whole gang rich
bein' hood-rich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
rent it for? (bitch)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when
I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando
(ayy)
If 12 at the do,
Uh-huh, who, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made
760 don't play like that
West Side we ride
Got a pocket full of racks
Little bitch fall back
Calle Dulce where it at
I'm just tryna get rich hope it
I got all these Hits Boy I need Half-a-Mil
Niggas help you a little bit then wanna take half ya meal
They gone pack ya bags for ya, better pack ya
Legacy
Turn the beat up just a little bit.
Sex, money, and drugs recipe for rap anthems
How we brand them
Wonder why we can't win
Add the guns,
activities it isn't even in the same category
Your best friend, your equal, the blue eyed boy next door that you told your
Family was your soulmate when you
boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true,
Village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack knife barber drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
Would
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
shares of stocks
I started to like boys
Does being rich make you swing the other way?
'Cause after I bought a mansion
All I wanted was man friends, ooh
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
You ain't never seen an English boy in a lowrider
Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider
You ain't slid, you ain't no slider
Heard you got booked for
wild and a little crazy too
Some girls don't like boys like me
Aw but some girls do
I yelled and asked if you would like a ride
When we pulled out
the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you
Boy you just missed me
Ugh
Broke nigga’s make
Rich niggas ain’t that dumb
And dumb niggas ain’t that rich
Ugh
Broke nigga’s make
Rich niggas
to let the dice roll
About a-hundred for the toll
Cross my bridge wit' biz, you ain't fuckin' wit' no little kids
We grown men wit' the pen
Me and my boys
me and you girl its gone be our little secret
Tell that boy you're bout to go out with your home girl
Then come to me and I can treat you like my
count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I
the
Clout
Rich-P said it best, and I think he was on to something
What you saying girl
What you about
Simmer down a little
Kalm down a little
Life of much
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