Lyrics:
and mek it clean
Life sweet must be honey (woo)
Invest inna some properties
Now ah money pon top of money
(Dolla, dolla, dolla bill)
Couple grand
City, I been stamped (Baltimoooore!)
You can tell when I'm dragging, I get amped
With this music and bars, My hits slap
Better get you some cochlear
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
and I don't have enough time
To tell you all I want to, ain't no way to rewind
The way it seems to taunt you, the world is not kind
At moments, it can
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
make me Dirk?
Tell me what to do when they wave you off just like a surf,
Police beating niggaz like some junior high school nerds,
I know this cause my
enemy's confused like tell me what you doing
Tell me what I gotta do to get it, do it by ya lonely that's what I been doing
Whipping it up, I'm mixing
me none
Children crying gimme some I'm striving for a bigger sum
Put it down Git'ur done hungry shit its ten to one
But I need the overtime I tried but
gone
Write a better song
Let it fade away
Would you believe me if I, if I told you
There's no one I admire more than you
Oh I must've gave you some shit
a shout out to my people
Been employed still grinding steadily smothered by the bills
Often inspired when I ride through suburb houses on the hill
Yet
There'd be no such thing as bills, girl, I'm payin'
I'm a grown man
I see beauty in your eyes, don't miss your chance
Takin' selfies in the mirror, don't
trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle 'cause you know I just rocked em
But
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good to you
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I
door
Tell your hoe the same thing. I told the feds no photos
I still mumble with my hand on my mouth
Whether I'm up or doing bad.
Ain't no humble
We
damn
I might as well just join a gang in search of some sense of belonging
In the whitewashed history of man
Mama used to tell me that I had to stay in
play the rest, I don pray
Hm, I choose to be the best, Ei don tay
Cause me Sep no get time to waste, no time oh
Under must by force I must to shoot
my children close to me
Hope to be, the best mama that I can
Precious Lord please take me by my hands
And guide me with ya righteous wings
Cause I
tired
My music is fire that's why I'm not gonna stop
I always have to overlap some rappers
They get jealous of this
Try get by me it's not even worth
Your
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
[Verse]
Now hold up ima tell why I'm chose
Cuz I care more about the truth than my lyrics being cold
Rather spit longevity than shit that gets old
them 'Shut yer mout'
I tell them 'Well done you found
A diamond in the dirt'
Boy Better Know t-shirts, that's my thing
I've got a black one of these,
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