Lyrics:
never be as def as me
You wanna end my reverie
They wanna catch me separately and
Take all of my recipes
They're yearning for my expertise and
Burning all
years
Yeah
They was filled with struggle
It was pay my tithes
Or either pay my bills
Being tested yeah
Now that's for every man
Lord your thoughts are
of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want
for the hate I spray
I say when I get weak
I hate it when I get this way
I say what I don’t mean
You told me hold my tongue
I fold I’m done I wanna be
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
double O
Got that hundred bill flow
Yea it's me though, Problem, chachi
Pick a name ho girlfriend straight
Better have her on a rainbow
By the time I'm
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
And for the change we'll still crave
So screw it up start a new page
Letters dropping like the bills came
Bricks drop build a foundation
It's still Kobe
black glock
or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
make me want to kick my
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
and are kept hostage
By their greed, tongue stuck in their esophagus
Some are kind, so they pity, so precautious
Everyone's a hypocrite that can't render
She just sucked me for the thrill
Yeah, niggas still to grimey
Fuck you over for a bill
If it wasn't for, "Lil Jxdi"
I'd still be back in the field
When
alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin' is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
We, we don't give
the Rolex on (Rolex on)
Yeah
The price too low, we ain't pulling up to that show (nah)
I'm repping for the O, the CEO, and I got the shoes on go (yeah)
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry she say dat neva in it
She neva think it, for a second Much less
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
Bitch your legs movin' too slow
You ain't applying yourself
Always lookin' out for your friends but
You gotta pay bills by yourself
So who is taking
X.O. Hennessey, Jack Daniel or Tennesee
whisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky
Searchin for that Bill like Lewinsky
All over my pants lookin'
of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
we raised the oil pressure
and waited for the weather
to get much better
for the new wind to blow in the storm
We
Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we
And the rest, they may live and learn!
Then we would up and pace,
For a change, about the place,
Each with arm o'er neck:
'Tis our quarter-deck,
We are seamen in
shifted
A picture paints a thousand words when you're tongue twisted
To all my brothers and sisters remaining on the grind
Seeking a better future through
like Dame at Roc-a-fella
You niggas gonna make me speed dial my bank teller and tell her
I need fifty-thousand in twenties for a video shoot just to look
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
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