Lyrics:
I’m a self paid Nigga
Got no love for you big money money talking medicaid niggas
Im in the best shape that I ever been in my life
(THATS RIGHT )
got her screaming like she fear me
Cause we the hottest in the city and that's clearly
Still got Swiper in my lines, that's my slime
That's my Gary
How
of the yellow brick road
Ima take all the gold in excess
Reboot, still talking to you
Blame Elon, Gary got me in this mood
I gotta set of rules that I’m
still fallin
But bodies still fallin
Young boss moves in and out of state
In cali i need a case or two we sendin flat rates
What got me all these shoes,
Season
I make the wave, you know I been the drip
I've been Pres., never changed, and i'm always on some Gotti shit
Ownership, pen quotes used for captions
Started hustling during Bush Senior, got rich by Obama
Ran up in them traps with them straps like they came for Osama
So when the pressure got applied we
liquor lookin' like you wanna be
Bloodshot I thought
What you hold and what you got
Ten motherfuckers waiting for me in the parking lot
Guess I went too
road runnin'
Fight Night in Vegas sittin' ring-side
Got the bows coming for the one seven
Drug zonin' in the seventeen five
Get them blue jeans for
Gucci or a boat I make hands go up
Hands in the air go up and down
I control alt delete I came to shut it down
Everything I do you know I do it for
beans, I zoomed in, seen all they flaws and I still ain't leave
Bitch, you switched, and now you mad, I won't share my cheese, I'm back in the city
Bae
got stoned by the Romans
And don't try to keep up if your money Gary Coleman
Nothing but Sprewell, V12's yeah what else?
Be still stuck with that V8
is if you got the Funds like i want it son, bitch
Load it and shoot a tec through your neck
Nobody gon detect me, fuck twelve they never Suspect me
got me a lawyer who research off Ritalin
Pure cocaine you can tell by the taste, fiend hit me up so you know ima whip a gram
My last bitch used to be
a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
But everyone's got an opinion
Even those with their ears blocked
Hear what? I care not
I'm going up another gear, watch
For you it's another year lost
my heart turns blue
Does it still hurt for you
Or am I just a fading wound
Blue devil
Got a hold of you
Got a hold of me
Blue devil baby
Blue devil
Mother fuck ? got no time for rockin'
Choppin' in the car stoppin' with a stack of pack money
But you trustin' me, then I cuffin' shit
Snatch all
of getting’ caught or just the act,
It’ll catch up to you… right on time.
Holy Ghost, count me in. I’m all in.
Hold me close. I still got soul to give.
Oh so
a connection to organise the draw
Cos he gave me three ounces and a photo of Roger Moore
He told me a story about a bird he shagged
He took for a spin in a car
of me we got a
Strong relation
I was young we built a bond
And Its never fading
I was playing for that green
Young Gary Payton
I had to get rid of all
as the Lankshore Strangler
Careful Andy, you could be in danger
Your Aunt Maggie just flew out the window
She's not okay, sound of a crescendo
By a hammer she got
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
we've got twisted
How do we get lifted
How do we not go insane
For so long we've existed
Still we all resisted
Why is it we still remain
Blak
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