Lyrics:
Built my pyramid then built my ladder to success
Y'all many men 50 Cent
Either get rich or die trying
Steady hands
Never sweat under the spotlight
Make
child, wasn't too much to stress her
Waking up before work, leaving allowance on the dresser
Raising the prince under pressure, no king, no rescue
It's
white she Albino
Smoking too much I need chemo
Getting my green like I'm ceelo
Smoke til I'm bald like I'm ceelo
Mold on my money I'm stacking my
out-a-touch
All alone in a danger zone, and I think too much
Your out-a-touch
I keep your letters by the mirror
You're the subject of every dream
You're
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm
houses, Brooklyn, Building
Fifty, Cent killed in, Never wasted
Time on tracks for explosions
While society acting, Dotage
Making, Heroes, Out of racist,
Brooklyn, Building
Fifty, Cent killed in, Never wasted
Time on tracks for explosions
While society acting, Dotage
Making, Heroes, Out of racist, Like Al
amaze minds, as I go in! Long way from Edwards Cleveland daycare center, I attended, as a kid. In Albany houses, Brooklyn, building Fifty Cent killed in.
Rap god feel like m&m
I don't got comparison
You can't just get any men need many men still killin em
Like 50 cent
Yeah nobody touching me
Corner office
the lies
I can't believe they took for granted what made up all our Lives
You take a look at me
An understand what you see
50 would not even donate a cent
go in!
Long way from Edwards Cleveland daycare center, I attended, as a kid.
In Albany houses, Brooklyn, building Fifty Cent killed in.
Never wasting,
a strong teacher
They love to yell they little two cents from the tall bleachers
Regular nigga they look at me like a songs preacher
This bitch over here
on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit
on purpose
I started with 50 Cent
My name not Curtis, diamonds on chain
My diamonds, they dancin
My diamonds, they lovely
My diamonds are romancin
My fans
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that
the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers Automatics guns
Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so much
(Yea)
Black diamonds fugazi, got to know all about it
Got to know your body, got to read and run
Too many haters, I respect my partner
Got to protect
pressure on the gas
Racing on the fast lane embrace the crash
Not too much to ask going back to black
I am your first and I’ll be your last hm
Yo I just
I'm seeing shit I never seen before
I'm walking through this bitch on adventure mode
Too many faces and place its difficult
I can't relax uh I'm
to it closer
But I'm drowning in the gin too
I like it when my coffee
Seventy-five cents too
A dolla makes me holla
Now I'm 'bout to leave a tip too
Why
Wickedest Vibes[00:06.50]Uh uh uh[00:12.11]Yeah yeah[00:13.92]Ugh uh uh[00:16.32]HO$ana yeah[00:18.64]Too many things wey they sup
crack
In my time here I done seen so much
Colder than the ground
When it gets tough
Even when I rise
Sometimes I don't even see ... How
But I know my
in south side, and I hang with blood
I'm in south side, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pipe
Too much
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