Lyrics:
of y'all claim that you real, gon' show up fake
But that shit don't mean a thing
'Cause I'll still be on my grind
And stackin' all of this change
I got
14 crates of records with my name on 'em
That's a lot of music when I'm not dealing with my car
Staring at the crates makes me thirsty
They smell
your veins
To give that little shit in
Your chest a spark
If you lack these that mean you never
Had a beat from the start
So a cell is not an option
All
I say I want you, then I really mean it
Don't say if you don't too
And I know that things change a lot more than the weather do
But, was the weather
(Yeah!)
You gotta give it all you've got
We say a lot of things that we really mean
To each other when love is new
Lots of promises and all the things
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
just a text
And I miss her and I hope she know its not just for the sex
Its the little things I know I won't be getting from the next
Like maybe the neck
Trading places is a beautiful thing
All about that
All that glitter not what it seem
CREAM and knowledge is king how about that
These words mean a lot to me
can't make a lot out a little
I can turn a little to a lot
All a nigga need is spot
Nigga talkin blocks
I don't really give a fuck a lot
Niggas talk
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
got questions - yeah– Oh Lord I got questions
Excuse me Father – can I get a little bit of your time
I don't mean to bother but I got a lot of things
Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it
You could never get rid of it
Every bit of it in this motherfucker
Like I'm in the middle of little Italy
A lot
being they got that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kinda make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want you to think I'm tryin'
little more
You can go away, I'll pass you by
And I was falling, I'd never let you know
Was in my bad and I saw this on yo
Man now you over, you keep
on a boat with a little champagne, won't you take a sip with us?
We rich niggas from the bottom, they don't want to, but they gotta let us
Lot of cheese,
Single doesn't mean I'm lookin' for somebody
Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly
Popping PKs, ski, a little bit of mali
Am I out my mind? Most people
To Manage Your Pussy, A Little Bit Better & You Can Come Up In This World
And Achieve Things That You Would Not Have Believed In, In Your Past
You Feel What
To Manage Your Pussy, A Little Bit Better & You Can Come Up In This World
And Achieve Things That You Would Not Have Believed In, In Your Past
You Feel What
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
get they little drink on
Havin'
Fun with they little crew
(You know what I'm saying)
Start cuttin' shootin' whatever
Things like that
A lot
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
to hear from you soon
P.S. I'm still not over you
(Still not over you) you yeah
Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on
But there's a lot
see your smiling faces and remember how we got here
A lot of love, a lot of work, and a lot of perseverance
Ain’t no nasty little mental devil gonna
whoaaa ooohh no no no
yea absolute remix.. fuck it
I'm a do a little section called "bitches that cant stick to one dick"
you know what I'm saying?
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