Lyrics:
kick, yeah (two tone AP)
Super rich, I could pay your mama rent
What I spent, you worked for ten years to get (worked for ten years)
Hop offbeat, then
caught sight of them niggas fuckin' with his lil' bruh
What we in it for?
Make 'em remember us
10 years plus, 10k's a new pair of rims for us
Come
years, four hundred songs, but only just one dream
At least two thousand followers, at least ten thousand streams
We were churning out that content,
I did it, soon as I got home I did it
Then I got that bitch Janey Ace to get the ticket and I'm out
Hook (x2)
Verse 3:
A wild little shortie
niggas
We don't fuck with the other side
They gon' make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon' be a double homicide
It's
Ima get back in the grind cause it time for me to feast
I done got a lot of sleep
I don't need it anymore
Out the door
I'll be on my own now leave that
shopping
If it look good on the neck or the wrist
Pop out the black and then cop it
These niggas hating, I'm poppin' (yeah)
Rock out with the Draco,
some clout)
Yeah by the AM, I put the ho out (put that ho out)
You reach for this chain, we gon' shoot up the crowd (we gon' shoot up the crowd)
Speak
fucking heathen
Boldy shoot him down
Them bullets bothering his breathing"
Now every time that it rains
He thinks about that evening
For heartache and pain
Knock, knock it out the blocks, Bronson
Knock, knock it out the blocks, Bronson
Yeah, uh
Knock, knock it out the blocks, Bronson
Bitch I'm
gotta cash a check
(Lotta serve)
Shoot a nigga off the stage like he Malcolm X
Got a classic pint of Tech
Look like a classic 'Vette
Knock the muscle out
can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with
meal on food stamps nigga.
Heard they left a nigga out da mix,
Guess it's from a lack of manners (rude)
Shoot a film a dump a clip (bow)
Pixelate em
since birth nigga don't get confused
If I'm being honest it never got used (Never got used)
Years of abuse
I just go cope in the booth (Booth)
I put my
Broken arm, broken arm
It makes itself known after more than ten years
Broken arm, broken arm
Never break an arm or leg in adolescence
Broken arm,
Tryin' to say I look ten
I'm not tellin' you again
I'm on the radio
Kiss me in the studio
That's my life bro
It's in my blood
Hey, it ain't my
the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
my conclusion
And if it ain't, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years
Prison tats on they
to a very thick tree route.
The champion and his caddy talk it over.
He;s going to play it safe and punch out with a 7 iron
with a 8 stroke lead this is
by the deli
Brody got booked for the pole
She lovin' me off wit the x's and o's
Said she want me put dick in her belly
Imma take that hoe back
You a broke nigga I laugh at yo ass cuz yo ass never get to them racks
Paid it in full and I hopped out wit shooters them shooters gone shoot
Got
you get enough
Thats enough
I said enough
Security I put my life away
I’m sorry but I said it that’s the price to pay
Ten million in a year a goal for
the work, now it's time to clock-out, uh
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out
A lonely mother gazing out of the window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
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