Lyrics:
And decide which side of the fence
Better understand them at random
They pop lips and ? attack
Better stand ground
Straighten up your posture
Backs ?
No
And decide which side of the fence
Better understand them at random
They pop lips and ? attack
Better stand ground
Straighten up your posture
Backs ?
No
again
Ain't nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
No matter how you try,
Seeing a lot of people with miss guidance and no direction
An I'm not no leader or nothing but
I can lead by example
Wait for opportunities when
Forever grinding
I grind with no limits
And no Exceptions
Deception of an L
Is there is no Resurrection
Nigga please
No matter what's blocking my
I gave you my heart and you treated it so carelessly
I gave you a second chance and you didn't even stand by me
You're the reason why getting drunk
niggas is better left alone
I'll plant you underneath the very ground you walkin' on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't
project project project hoe x4
Bullshitters go for the he say she say
Real niggas go for the lucha leray
Bitch fuck with me and she gotsta pay me
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
that bloody Sunday
No matter sunshine or rain
Man shut the fuck up and give me everything
Hook (4x)
Verse 2: Juicy J
Back in the days, as a kid I
on and on she'll never stop
its party time an she wants to rock
one by one her buttons drop
little wiggle in the middle
no more top
the bassline (THUMPS), rita jumps
to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like
I drop it
Oh no, no, no, no
They can't fuck with me, oh no
I make ten bands off a show
My wrist so cold, it's on froze
I finesse through all
10 years
Talent-less, moron
Put it together by myself, Voltron
Put it together by myself, Voltron
I used to wanna rap
I used to tote that strap
50
millionaire
You been saying the same rap for 10 years
Talent-less, moron
Put it together by myself, Voltron
Put it together by myself, Voltron
I used
celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor
In the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people
They've
melody non stop
No be my bus stop
Mode ti bo aso
10 million dolls on my mind
Kin gba Chevrolet
Glk no too small
Buh id me no drop
And maye mi no talk
I go
situations
In retrospect with the things you say
Would shift direction when put into action
But I just let it whiz on by
People say help me it's going
that will take me
To the sweet life
Because living this is a blessing
I feel like I know the real
Me ain't no second guessing
Shit will get messy if you
we'll never give another second, too them other hoes
(CHORUS X4)
(LOTUS.... LOTUS.....LOTUS..... LOTUS)
"Then they wanted too know, if I would trade 10
scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G
The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit
the block did em
Lil bitch was blind by the time that the watch hit her
Its a cold world
Still drop that top
Left her on the block
Bitch came back hot
Start
Clocked in but Im still in the streets
I ran up me a bag feelin the man
She want me to come back ain't no second chance
Aye my pockets real fat checkin in
What's...development if the air you breathe sucks?
Hummers and Jeeps, full tank in your trucks
Play with your money, no one screws with you
But take a second, think
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