Lyrics:
I'm hustling
I'm feeling like I'm Rick Ross
Bumping LLC by money, man
I'm feeling like a boss
You ever ask how much it is
You know you can't afford
of a ride
Laws they want us to live by
Still been broken
No matter what
Doves still cry
Water runs well
Till wells run dry
Everyday life tokens
Just
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
Yeah
Think it's about time to share my opinion on some shit
Don't know if it's a good idea, but
We'll see what happens
Yo
Back in the day, in my
The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A
IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU
plotting on sliding by my memorial
Heat on the spoon watch it bend like the Oracle
I done seen it all I can give the tutorials
Diamonds on me dancing, I hit
George Washington, the first who didn't wanna run
John Adams was the second till 1801
Then Thomas Jefferson, who made the British mad
Next came James
that back
Let me run that back
Let me run that back
Let me run that
Run
Let me run that back
Let me run that back
Let me run that back
Let me run that
This ones for Wiley because he’s deserving it
Wiley dont want beef his swerving it
Fuck ya igloo Deadlys Burning it
William
This ones for Wiley
shit, fuck what i heard
No he say she say fuck a lil bird
If i pull up my cousins gon go
Run inside, grab the tape & the rope
Put him in the back
just rock it
Side to side
Like hypnotist
Wid a watch in his hand
And the victim is
Me
Back and Forth
Like it's tennis shit
Serena Williams on the serve
See I made new money, run it back
Pushing p, Run it back
In my brand new rovers, run it back
Richard millie, run it back
Brand new Gucci, run it back
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
a sleuth
To realize this is the truth
Cast your ballot in the booth
It's like pulling a tooth
I'm hanging by a thread
Dunno if I'd rather be dead
But
Catch me dipping catch me swerving
Car Fest yes im ferious
Make me mad its gone get serious
That thing bang like william hung
Lynch a nigga by his
& regulations we live by, we family nigga
Fucked up its nothing back to hustling, Its the man in me nigga
I outlasted a lot of you niggas I'm legendary ripper
Oh man
Oh man, oh man
Not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley
You can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all
money back no refunds
Because he paid for it then you gave Mike Epps the cat
Tried to help you when I dropped the case
But now I'm back like that mole
the streets with your thugs (just let a nigga run with the homies)
I'll be waitin' for you (let me go kick it with my niggas, when I come back)
Until you get
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build
pot
So high, forgot my words, to be continued
Dot dot dot (Um)
I think I can't think
Forgot my thought thought thoughts
Smoke it by the field, fuck it
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