Lyrics:
Lemme introduce myself I go by name of grey
The only thing you should know about me is that I'm great
I don't care if you agree or think that I may be
All you do is lie to me
And dub me, you never love me
Any confidence I came with
You take it from me
I just wanna get beside you
And make you love me
I
holdin' a grudge is like
Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns
Y'all niggas been
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
Don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by
from the dungeon
Money rules the world and all this love ain't mean nothing
I loved all my exes but that shit ain't mean nothing
Hitboy, Hitboy, Hitboy
on the views that we see in the plans that we write
The grand view for our lives
Not our house
What we drive
It's where we live
Where we lie
Birds eye view
In
Wake and speak to him
Lord almighty
Gimme another day to live
And help me survive the grimy
Write a hit and hit the studio
I’ll give you faith
You
Flashing high-priced threads
Matching the foreign cars in the driveway
Living that wealth forever
From me to you young world
Here's my letter
You see
Yeah, we in Las Vegas, you know what I mean
I got all the Takerz with me
Nice lil cypher right here, uh, Lexx on the beat, yeah
Y'all gettin' smoked
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
Smoke Antidope
Da feds right at da door
We gonna get some more
They at da door
We started real young from da trap house
Now we in a full house
Let
[Kaby]
Real rap live from the six one - fuck ya.
I mean my strawberry short cake a real load dumper.
I be the En Vogue lover,
The tone tone toner,
I
ain't grow up poor so my
Homies run a badge at me
Then my father died, 16
I'm the man of the house
Pullin' them cameras out
Looking up at God like hear me
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened
a little of prosperity and then some
Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
I keep my
don't know I be thinkin' of you
The same time you be thinkin' of me
From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes
In these showrooms on top floors
to me
Waking up (waking up) to my American dream
She's a real live, blue eyed, country girl
The best thing I've ever seen
And I would not trade the whole
chest
And can't nobody stop me from the climb
I'm going to pass all my test, With flying colors, Yea I know the world is impressed
I'm travel the world
a break there
Destination to the money I'ma wait there
Nobu know they better save me a plate there
Love a room by myself ain't no hate there
Yeah
Man we
it's cranium, now the blood spill
Tryna take something from me, this chopper take you down a hell
How you wanna beef with me but you ain't got no weapon
Yea?????
Nowhere to go?No place to go...
I?m real screwed up, my eyes are sore from smoking all that shit?
No place to go?
Bottomless heart, so big
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
been getting paid
You want me then I'm yours yeah, Bitch I'm here to stay
Say it all again, I'll give the world.
[Swilk G]
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