Lyrics:
since that BP hit you think you lit
I built this shit up brick by brick, my name ain't on no list
I'm still on fish, you might get hit on if you like
just a kid with a passion to blow up
Got introduced to rapping
By my bro Chuck
Around age eleven
Wrote my first rhyme ever
For the first time
rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich
Bandage making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check bitch
You just lost
paper dusse
Not working on the plan b
Im sticking to the A
Boy ya fake really showing
I see your toupe
Only time they balling
Is my player 2k
What you
1by1
No one gets to run
Someone's dad or mom
Sister, brother and son
No
All I feel is 1 2 3
My tears start to bleed
Smell of roses on my feet
I feel sore
stature
Hey
Tragedy is such a two faced
Son of a bitch
I wish
I could take back
My half
Of this theater show
Oh only you know
I've been a real fuck up
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar
He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war
Fearful
Back to this gangsta shit
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where I lay my head at
Small baller believe that
That's why I
Say lil fam, oh, he's ahead of the rest
I don't do nothin' that I'm gonna regret
I know somebody's been lookin' for me
I know somebody's been by my
said I’m too bloodthirsty
I leave my pillow at night to get lurky
I fling on my OFB jersey
But tonight all I wanna do is burn it
You see this life all I
broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by
an OG
Shit could get fucked up, shit been fucked up, had to get it by my lonely, lowkey yeah
Who's tough?
Sounding like you been talkin' too much
Put 'em
YMCMB, Cash Money Billionaires
More cake, more money, more hustle
We the business, rich forever
Smoking Kush in my condo
Bitch I'm ballin' hard, you
across the globe
On the return trip
It be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Straight bring you that shit
set
And to get my son right so
He don't live my young life
'Cause I remember some nights I used
To hold that gun tight
Middle of the jungle tryin'
the one
Thank you Lord for sending your son
Hallelujah Jesus Christ is the one
(Haha Involvere Christus man)
Now 1 Peter 2:9
A chosen people
Products
(yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two, that's time, I got
To you, that money
My dreams come true
My life in diamonds
Who
time for the bitches
Two times for dealers
And two times for the strippers
You rich bitch you better get richer
Can't be broke and be happy I'm being
with
Some
Love scars
Said she don't see it for me Got me smokin on green and I'm playin my guitar
I touched down in H town
7 1 3 To the 8 3 2
I told
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
like my steak dry-aged 60 days
Treat this thing like my steak dry-aged 60 days
Chalk it up in my head now it's time to make plays
I just got rich, told
Well my daddy says
Don't worry
And my daddy says
Just wait
I'm going to find you a rich man's son
And bring him to our gate
Sometimes I look out
her I love her while I was fuckin'
I was lean talkin' (I was lyin')
I don't like depressed hoes, all my bitches T'd up (uh)
Any time I walk by
better then number seven
Trauma is always better than addiction
Brick by brick
The communists have taken away my house
But I took it all back
I should have
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