Lyrics:
hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do your talkin' for you
And Luther break it down like
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?
(Nigga, why you trippin'? Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
yeah, bitches ain't shit that's the mothafuckin' motto
In the Monte Carlo, yeah, sipping on Carlo, just me and my posse
Strapped up when you gotta know
don't fuck with them cos that's a whole effort
Yeah I never listen to em cos I know better
I be chilling by myself cos we get on better
You be copping
Lit
(Verse One)
Everybody in the world gonna see me
Back to that shit that got me weezy
Little bit of weed an a verse that'll bleed
Any body wanna
shorty you could make the call
Aw man this shit is stupid
I'm spending mad bread up on this chick
What am I doing?
I'm a drink a half a bottle yeah that's
Seems like only legends do
Bitch and that's the fucking move
(I feel you)
She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?
I make the wristwatch
bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon'
slide
I need something different in my life
Tell you they your brothers by your side
Where they at when you need them on sight
That’s some shit I’m never
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at,
And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that,
I gotta a gauge for that day you want
Picture us married, you and me what?
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me
This ain't no sucker-for-love shit
This ain't no
and skinny jeans and shit, ha
Call me on Shaniqua's phone!
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo
run his shit
Lotta sirens passing by the shop
But we still hustling
Searching us for nothing book me
Fuck it no discussing it
Now we right back at it
tasteful and dope like art done by Owen
Acab fasho yall
Believe in it
These pigs gon kill yo brothers n sisters American dream is it?
Ponder that last line
of the time I be lit by myself
Nice with the aim shootin like Steph
All these drugs I be killin myself
Stay on that drank and I'm feeling myself
Most
sold then the money don't fold
I gave him mid he thought it was gas
Try to come back bitch i'm bussin yo ass
Drop off the pack told em make that shit
something that could be mine but its his
And with time he's the shit
I could never see a man as frightful as him call that fright from within
When he writes
and there's no one to blame
Looked my girl in her eyes and I told her I'm fine but she knows that's a lie
So much Shit that's inside always plaguing my mind I
behind the makeup and hair that make up you and me
If you can see the damage that one man can do is plenty
Then how much healing can be managed by many?
make more than a living, tryna break through these ceilings
Tryna make a couple millions, shit that I never experienced
So my legacy I'm building
First of all, I'm next up in this rap shit, that's a guarantee
The way I get the bread, I'm like a baker, it ain't hard to see
I stay by myself
All them Lonely Nights I've been through
Get drunk by myself
Shit that I don't talk about
I'm stubborn
Don't need help
I don't fuck with love songs
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