Lyrics:
catalogs but I'm not impressed
We keep it thorough with the operatives
I see the magic in the numbers to exist within the opulence
Go Fibonacci in
yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you
an army face and number
All but the outlaw Jack of Diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white
one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white
3]
Dear Anne
My number 1 fan
By now you probably think I'm portraying who I'm sayin
And sometimes I wish I wasn't him, but I am
And it's people
was holding me back, don't overreact, I ain't showing that
The old me back, the one that OD snap, so best believe it's over jack
Rule number 1, never
We have returned
We have returned
We have returned
Yeah you people think we finished but we not done yet
We out here going to make sure number three's
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
of Pete Rock
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switched my girls around like 3L dub
My favorite girl wanna leave me just
Because I got a girlfriend
My
Parasympathetic; acetylcholine
Better than you, number one
Hydrogen
Olfactory
Brainstem, heartbeat, oxygen
ATP factory
Falling Up; building stories
Brain;
and out no further 1 - 3- 4
Skip 2 to be sure
So
Where his brother at?
I know he'll have my back
Always down to jack
Both be on the smack
Yeah, I called
kinda’ bizarre!
independent with the demeanor of an rnb singer
make it rain finger (check)
m3 beamer (check)
champagne range
triple white caddy
closet full
stop
nigga this Oakland, the city of dope
You know where that crack shit was invented
and smoked by these ghetto chemists years ago
on Plymouth street we
a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like
Caught a play out in the A
I'm like a hawk now
I'm thinking 'bout how many jacks I caught
I done lost count
Off White sneaks, scuff 'em once
They get
featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1
wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)
[Raekwon]
eh yo
staircases to stage now
a redneck race
(Fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)
Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up
Untraceable by name
You speak of us in certain circles you will be dethroned or detained
Gone
I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers
I'm in
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
INDEPENDeNT
{HOOK}
Niggas don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Bitches don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Ima get it how I did it by myself..
[Im all by
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