Lyrics:
[Hook:]
(Uh) Man verse by verse I'm a make these weak niggas'
disperse (sweet nigga)
Man I swear verse by verse I'm a make these weak rappers
on roads the feds don't book me
They say time is money I've been feeling like I got none left
Beating instrumentals like the way my heart beat out my chest
wanted to survive, mama told me I was special
I fed myself a lie that I need money to be successful
Shoulda stayed inside, rapping on them instrumentals
on the money, I wanna be 6'7 like Zion Williams
Gotta rely on the people streamin' to appreciate my brilliance
On YouTube looking up type beats, hold up, yeah I
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
Left my ring by the soap
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke
Now is that love?
she's got her back turned on me
And she's courting whoever she please
[Instrumental break]
Well, I lost my money in gambling
And I lost my name,
Are you a rebel or do you stand by fundamentals?
My level, completely destroy instrumentals
Be gentle, I’m way too resentful
2 Years I might be
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
I ain't got that type of history
I don't play the victim
Last 4 days looking like a symphony
With these instrumentals
Me and my bitch stepped out
They gon learn to quit playing with P
Mind on my money
Heart inside the street
Remember back when I was selling ten a g
Life is like an instrumental
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
the same
Wanted money not the fame
I got both they coming soon
And i'll hit you back by noon but,
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
I’ve been making music my whole life
Wether it be
Tappin pencil
Instrumentals
Or playing
Pianos
In the night
When I was young we couldn’t afford
Yea un
Huh yea
What they
#INSTRUMENTAL
Lying what
They cappin
For with them
Lines they
Be rapping
For why
They lying
Why they
Cappin for
With them
The money keep calling. Money keep callin
I said the money keep callin. Money keep callin
The silence is deaded. In my mind I'm a legend
My high is
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
got big plans baby on another level
Lately i've been having conversations with the devil
Stressing in my mind rapping on a instrumental
I be making
It's epidemic, forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed
Makin' money makes a difference day by day
instrumental
My voice pattern is pencil, that's more money than we into
Double time my tempo, Kato Beats instrumental
My voice pattern is pencil, that's more
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