Lyrics:
shots at anyone who tryna test me too
They don't want war with us cause we standin' true
Chorus:
Money, gang gang, that's my motto yo
Shooting all my
With some weed and some vice, on the street by the lights
This some real Miami shit like DJ Entice, you wanna go tough guy
Please lord I need some advice
how I planned it
Guaranteed to get a club hopping
Head nodding
Toes tapping
Fingers popping
Don’t want to kill for a meal
Rather get
what politicians say
We gonna kick it one time
I don't give a damn what politicians say
They talk the talk and they walk away
I don't give a damn
y'all
Connection in Brooklyn connections in Cali anywhere in between nigga
In between your girls thighs how you want all war nigga let's go
I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread
Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red
The rap TJ Swan, it's me Ason
If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ
way
Stripper comes with mean or names that we shouldn’t say
But they say them anyways but they just wanna make some bank
Don’t judge someone ‘cause
world know these four, who knows your name?/
We leavin' stains on your parliaments,/
then go to the next sold out show, who want arguments?
Chorus
Don't
blade?
I aim to kill you with it
Ha ha ayy
When do I ever let shit slide motherfucker?
Church (Church Church Church)
All this make a video, don't make
(kind)
This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line
If they front on the line, then pull the bouncer aside (come here)
Tell him to be happy
schemes and rhymes
If I want to
I'll shoot threes for five times
I never hustle in the cold
They can't freeze my assets
I'm a mortician, I deal with
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
angry but acting excited
Niggas are three centered like a jitter in the burn down
See me we've plan to be this, they want to feely
Bang
10billion
y`all niggas that want to fuck wit me
Before my shit come out,
It`s about to drop too bitch,
(Y`all don`t know O.N.S nasty new)
Hey Ric where the fuck
a GoPro
They don't want to see me winning, I'm addressing all these elephants
Back in the beginning I was told that I'll be heaven sent
He said we'll do
You could go to the Moon Venus or Mars
But if you step to me on Earth you’re better off behind bars
Or catching SARS I win world wars
Steal from
hot air
Gwop behind but the pot better, now the low
Whatever they had to grab or have or had to smoke
But now that I'm back home, want the whole
Livin' my life under a blacklight
Out here paying my dues
Sometimes I lose it and don't act right
Feelin' forever new
Livin' my life under
ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column
Causin examinin, paralyze
Although they choose to itemize lives
[Chorus x2]
[Freestyle of Arsonists]
Continue infiltration by
they really want war
We don't kick it down bitch we shoot through the door
He upstairs I'ma shoot through the floor
If I got it I'ma shoot 'em some more
life to live
I do my thang
Yes i do yes i do
Outro:
I live the life that i want to live
So boy get the fuck up out of here
If you don’t fuck with me
Price Of F.A.M.E (Outro)
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Verse:
Remember nights freezing in them cell blocks
Visions of dream
girls hawkin' a nigga
They still want to creep, they know I'm talkin' to Digga
You think you raw, I'mma test your jaw
You don't have a clue like Ernesto
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