Lyrics:
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
backwood wit some diesel
I’m lookin for teq Tequila
Sippin on syrup by tha litter
Ride wit some racks & just ems
Im having Pills pounds & percs
Water be
Thoughts? And I'm Not To Blame For
What Happens Off In This Game I'm Do Or Die About My Scratch But I Know
This Dope Game Ain't Tha Way 4 Me To Go. But
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
up in tha culdesac
Shyt like lil mexico
Sundays hit Big Daddy's
Usedta glide at skate town
Knew a freak in camelot
'Nother freak dat came a lot
Mexican
spit when that neck stop, in tha yo ima wreck shop my spirit goin when tha rest stop,
Might just get popped I'm crazy, I jus pulled up in a brand new
On my daddy they just let a dog out tha cage
Momma look at tha man that your son done became
I'll never switch up on my Niggas just for aa lil bit
take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
Fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know
a different height
Rollin' round in that two seater open
Now ninjas be hopin' we don't come around
But ninja when I'm in yo town I change tha sound
Sorry you
Pop you and yo mans
This tha type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
He said he want smoke
a show
We scamming hard to get them plays i know you see them post
You talking crazy on the gram I thought you was a hoe
He sold his soul for that lil post
to Bring Tha City Out
Same places that I grew up in
Was the places I got piss drunk, threw up in
Memory a lil 'choppy' I was 'screwed' up then
Could've been
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
tryna get me a loaf
I ain't worried bout ' nobody, keep drac )' in my coat
I ain't no P, but I'm stiff onna hoe
And I smoke By tha P , this shit came
lil' monopoly, and some hide-and-go-seek'in
And I'm back as tha pool
So you wanna take a dip she like, " Yeah, that's cool"
See me and these thugs came
I mean
As the crowd starts to bounce by the pounds not an ounce party people in the house let me see what ur about
It’s the MISTAH inflictah
All the childhood fixin's wit' tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty
pleasure
Cause she be widd tha shits
I break my momma rules
Cause I just hit & quit
Mmhmm
Tryna make it out by tomorrow
Tied of all these dreams bout money
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
chains on me
Like Young Thug, I keep them thangs on me
My Day 1s, we play for keep
Like Lil Durk and Young Reek
They love me up in my city boy like Mr
(Lil Tootie)
Nobody know tha bond we got
Shit nobody know tha mom I got
Not too many know I smile a lot
And cry a lot
I have no problem wit' gays
I
me cause I'mma superstar)
Now you can catch me in tha bar takin shots by tha rounds
Up in V.I.P. bitch u know its goin down
Got a stack of this
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