Lyrics:
pray cause I keep it on me
Puttin' my money right next to my weed 'n I roll up another, ya see that its free
Ya better watch out when I'm comin' around
that mad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another beating
You should have never came back
Look here man after I crucify
a big fat meat loaf for yo ass
Bow down
Haters
Turn around
Niggas
Go an clown if you like the way it sound
Beef killas
Wait a minute nigga why you
and garnets, like you know I've been ballin
Man, I've been deep in the darkness, just lookin' for the shining diamonds
Hope we see the horizon, the sunset on my
Now this is what they've been waiting for (yah, yessir)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?) Santana (Weezy F), ayy, haha
Ayy, Wayne (what up, man?)
What you been
on dangerous summers
We're just a thug nigga workin'
For drug dealers of neighborhoods
Run up by the age of 13
We was gunnin' and it was fun
To see the police
yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother
every so often
You sayin' I got my swagger back
I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
are lookin more like spray on. Yuh
My mama told me bout girls like you
Heard your breast size don't relate to IQ
Ass so fat you deserve a haiku
We could
This is for all the cannabis connoisseurs
Gimme that green
Throw me them papers
Dabbing off wax
Show me them vapers
Rip another billy, roll it in
was it you thought
Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought
Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on
Bitch, I sho' hate
let me pull another man's card
>From the land where the bass hits hard
Miami, where he and his bums rap
Wearin a scarf that's lookin like a dunce cap
report card's through
Like a BizMark beat, it reads eww-eww-eww-eww-eww!
So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee?
Lookin' for a helpin' hand, but
lookin' like a pinball convention
He politely asked for some breathin' room and never showed any signs of tension
He fired three balls in a row sunk a lucky
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
catch a body
When he gets out best believe we gon' party
Drivin' down da street inna fresh new Ferrari
Only supposed to get four took another for rowdy
VERSE 3 ]
Morning velours in gold, another bathrobe
I was the sweets of the street when I was 12 years old
I never searched for a wife, or worked a day in
things will be fat
I said "Wait a minute baby, don't start attackin'
Things have changed and I'm not hookin"
But she was still good lookin'
I'm so
thing that's gonna work
Two shots berserk down em and cut another line
You make a call apologize you miss her fat behind
Her self-esteem is garbage so she
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
another jab, just a bonus
Wife lookin sad, let her bonus
Somethin she can grab, talkin both Nuts
Know you gettin mad johnny doesn't Give a fuck
Be prepared
and never got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry
On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate
She said no I love you more, aye
I could tell you lyin girl I know that you a whore, aye
By the way you drop it for that dude on the floor, aye
You
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