Lyrics:
just to get by
Pee in the hallways steps we doing foreplay
The only way out is rap and to ball play
You could try to preach everyday and you can try
leave
My mama still gon' play the trenches like she won't leave
But I don't show that, niggas know that
Before rap, be a black man outside livin' cozy
nigga
Naaaahhhh
Don't compare me to these lil niggas
Naaahhh
I got love for these lil niggas
Guess I'm a milenial stuck in the middle
My souls too old I
on the table you wouldn't believe who I seen take it
That shit crazy, That shit crazy Uh
Tried to play me, Tried to play me Uh
But you ain't playing nothing
achieve,
'Bout to be trouble, you scared? I think you betta leave,
Hope you don't have asthma *ahum*, go head and breathe
[Talking:]
Yeah, pull out
on beneath the streets of Parliament
Children are not hungry, but starving for revenge
I don't know if you've been told a million times before
Don't you play
the bnb valid it gon be a party
I cannot beef with no lil Bitch ass nigga cos I'm still on bail so don't get me started
I call up Huncho to tell him
settin up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I
in the room dim lit
And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
Slow it down
Down down down (Hey Mr. DJ)
Down down down
So she can
in the room dim lit
And I'm feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
Slow it down
Down down down (Hey Mr. DJ)
Down down down
So she can
bless my G
If you go to Bill's you might be served by the one and only Ollie
And your Friday night ain't shit if you don't parlay in one of our pubs
From
Street nigga getting like its legal
Been through the rain and the storm with desert eagles
I slide by myself I don't really fuck with people
I
two bodies
But Jermaine said that you gotta times that by three
By three, by-
Gotta times that by three
I knew that lil shawty was a freak
As soon as I
to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's
is my bae
Back in my dreams when I used to sleep
Me and my brother were running the streets
We were getting the bags and rapping on beats
We stuck by
Yeah Yeah)
I can eye ball that work and I don't even need a scale
Trapping by myself sleeping in and out Motels
Cuz You know I live that Street Life
couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he
Guitar Intro
Mr. President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask
alive so bro can get you dropped
I just walked right into sax
Ill take those garavani sneaks but please find me a hat to match
No lil bitch don't get
And all that shit
And I happen to play along with your stupid little skip
But I'll just kick it
Yo, go ahead and write your ticket
But hey yo, Mr
'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause
the cloccs
If he talkin on gang imma grab onna knocc
Lil nigga you talk on my name?
Matter fact imma play for the A
Listen I play for the bay
She a thot but
let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be
in the streets
Fastlife, Play for keeps
Don what's up nigga
Don
Ride through Jersey with my 30 Hope the boys don't hit the lights
I'm the one who did
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