Lyrics:
Like he was just in mind
His spirit trust in mine
I had to hold a nigga down
When I crush his spine
I said that
I said that war is raw
No matter
fi know dat a my style
NGM left dem out by miles
An every Yyouth dream is a nice life
Wid a big mansion benz park inna aisle
Ayee Boy Boy yayy Ddat
carried
By the cartels
Yeah rise and shine till
The money pile
It's urgency up on my hustle
Cause the time is now
24 hour day imma cover miles
Yeah i got
They can’t see me, hope you feel me bro, yo yo yo
Yeah, you’re fascinated by the niggas in cars
I heard my dealer selling freedom in jars
‘Cause even
the shit, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil nigga!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna fuck
a whole 20 bags in my pendant
I get money, don't mean to offend them
Diamonds dancing, too much attention
Any weak friendships, just end them
If I get
the payment he suddenly MIA
Matt just told me that he leaving
How the fuck my brother gone
I don't really know the reason I
Just know them niggas wrong
Money
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
cloudy
Pull up and took his ho, like, "Howdy"
Put money on my head, you die by the bounty
I used to be broke, niggas done clowned me
Now I pull off in
synthetic, it's printed in my genetics
I am who I am, living unapologetic
We unique by design, be yourself at all times
Those that mind don't matter, those
by side in our dressing gowns
And waited for the sundown
To embrace the blue lit town.
She became my black leach,
Sucking all my energy.
She
just can't take no more
I pack my bags change my mind and I never go
Should I go, should I stay, should I go
I don't, really know
[Hook]
I don't
you hate the race
If I ever eat the beat up, I'ma say my grace
I'ma make a lot of money, take a trip to grace
That's my mistake, I meant a trip
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
spit, I want you quick out my apartment
Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment
Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
stupid actin like she had no mind.
went to ask me whats at the back of my jeans,
funny my gold sign. and now she laugh shoppin for double
.. but i'm sure
talkers
All the ignorance by training
Understand what you see is an idea
First a thought
The foundation of society is a prop
Conspiracy is must be, study
my young
Brother locked in the prison
They caging your body, your mind free
God has forgiven the odds that were given by
No means drive a decision
This
Or that time you lost your mind
Remember the time when we did this
Now you wanna do rap
Man that shit is wack
Ain't no money in that
Time you wasting your
trying to play my role, man of God, family man, business owner, brother, son, city set on a hill man
10. cin't no snuffing out with lies, this little light
My life's been abused, my mind is confused
Best must have passed by
So now I must die
Writing these words now, finding it hard
To tell you my
Hey big daddy what you doing tonight
I got so many honeys on my request line
Spendin all their money for a taste of my time
I don't want em cause I
an attempt on my life
It was all about some money, it was funny
So I laughed, blood bathed it off
That bastard's soft
Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles
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