Lyrics:
I know real robbers
Real fucking problem starters
Start a problem, then we robbin'
Heart stoppers, giving hick-ups
In jeep truck with my niggas going
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
Short said she don't trust me yeah right
So why she don't leave me alone
Baby said she don't love me yeah right
So why she keep calling my phone
Baby
fly by, where did it go, you know?
These are the times of our lives
'Cause we hope and we pray
Keep 'em close, make 'em stay
Yeah, we hold onto
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
Now its copper by the pound (pound)
Wire by the inch (inch)
Got a check on the first
And its gone by the fifth (yeah)
Scrap or Die Nigga
And you
the boat load
Once they hear this they gone swear that this dope cold
I keep it G and I’m always sticking by the code (Hell Yeah)
Live by it ride it
But I
Yeah
Yeah
(Yeah)
Exactly four up in the morning when I'm writing this
This the only time my mental ever silences
(Shhh)
Other times, I shy away from
Yeah, help for the helpless
Big money, big cars, big weed
Y'all know what time it is
But you better stack that money for bail
I'm on bail, got that
I go by the name of T.I.M.
I just locked you in
Picture perfect, how I do it, I just cropped you in
Heard they tried to shut you down, and tried
It go Murda on the beats, boy
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy
And you
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!)
bitch I live in a Cockpit
Lambo truck when I go on a road trip
Hit the gas on the demon until its flat
Smoking Kush and the windows are tinted black
Fuck
gun out
(Dumb hoe, see the run out)
(Do a run out!)
Don't give a fuck, that sound like your fault
I'm in a truck and the engine don't
I'm in a truck
trucks with the fresh coat of wax
Yeah it's a different life we live
We just tryna put our own dots on the grid
This shit is priceless we can't get outbid
of an influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit, might ruin it
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me
Yeah stay alive… Lord I feel like I need to shine can I stay alive
Just to save these lives… I wanna let the world feel mine…
It don't matter where you
Know some other niggas, if they live by the code
They can tell you 'bout gold, can't tell you 'bout goals
Know myself way too much to be committed
The way that I search for them boys on the backstreet (One)
And what the fuck's rap (Turn turn)
When I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush
they live[?]
I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' drive the fever
Make it failin like it stay
Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)
The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype
Uh huh, good evening (yeah)
Live from the Moon (uh huh)
Live from the Moon (it's me)
You know, live from the Moon
Take me home, uh
Ten time
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