Lyrics:
by that son who was crucified
and no it ain't for doe/ Christ in my flow/
These beats preacher so synthesized ha
I'm running off that Light with my
look I’m in my zone
(Chorus x2)
Ill deal with
My problems by
Becoming rich
Yea
They’ll see one day
That I’m that kid
Wish they was with
Yea
This
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooh, you should see what my song make them do
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in
cause it kill pussies
I'm hood, you good? I'm just checking homie
Still hammer dancing, two steppin' with my weapon on me
Y'all know what it is,
your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied
Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me them girls goin' wild
Guilty conscience pimpin', make my ho sit
by that store i cant let em tax us
My name speak for itself so i dont gotta talk folk i dont gotta act tough!
Cause if i say the word youngins swerve
(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)
(Ayy Cameron, you the man now)
Yeah I be leaving my demons inside of this bitch
Have her be posting outside of my crib
rich and have a lot of fans
And lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one - and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
bounce the ball fuck the law
Feeding my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20 G?
Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm
bill I had on my dashboard
And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for
Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk
Watchdog, chew ass
the rich sex have the rich sex
Cause you really held it down for a real nigga
You were always by my side when ain't gat figures
Through the dark times girl
my neck and my back)
Throw your neck out, throw your back out (throw your back out)
Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?
Throw a party?
If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use
the law
You ain't my brother you ain't my son you ain't come from my balls
These niggas change when it start to rain these niggas fucking clouds (Let's go)
acting crazy while my son on the way
Put my mama in my face while my pops flew away
I cant go to either one one gone and one lost
It's a battle in this
funny, son of a bitch"
"Hey, my god, here's another
Twenty! Too much, Too too much
I knew I didn't spend all
That money that night
I thought I'd been
to the face on a magazine
Now my team got anthems
Y'all frozen, a cold hook from the champion
Here we are, we are the champions (YMCMB)
We've come so far,
projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects
Now let me tell you 'bout them kingpins
Droppin' Y2K Benz on them
Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
thank the earth for providing for you with her nutrient rich soils. You pause for a breath or two and begin slowly eating, savoring each bite as you
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs,
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