Lyrics:
shit
It taught me the game and told me, "Go, get rich"
Twenty pounds in a rental car, headed to the Mack Town
T-why told me, "Get the work and make it
crime named Brandy McGill
A girl with a love of life bigger than normal
Who still wonders when her life will begin
Her best friend Maria who seems
dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just
on bond
Slidin', facin' first degree
And it's off the love, handshakes and hugs, he do the dirt for free
And he walk 'em down without a mask so they'll
Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey
Mi ah drive in from grange hill
With a pound of di marijuana
Police pull me over, step to mi car
Officer wah yuh
But I hope that you smile
When I come around
Early in my 20's
And in love
I just wanna give the world
And I hope that feels enough
Cause it's tough
At twenty-four you should be living By yourself, not in your mama's House
At twenty-four you should be having A degree and probably a job you do
You
simple
Like a tre-pound-seven to the temple
Makes ya melt-a, helter skelter
A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a
Love is a lot-a, you know ya gotta
Reveal
on designer shoes
In the trap sacking up dope
And I'm fresh as a fool
I let her suck my dick for fun
But she had a baby by you
That SV watch freeze
Love me
Love and hate me at the same time, I'ma get a pound
And the wheels, daily on a bussdown
Running out of time, out of time
And these niggas bitches love me
So I know they gone hate
Real life trapstar
Too late
Know you thought ya girl was faithful
But she fucking first date
Twenty
cookin' cocaine gettin' hard off (hard off)
Twenty five and a sawed off (boom)
Eight dimes for the eighty ho plus four in the back
Baby a quarter pound
the 'Rari, nigga
My diamonds, they splash
VS 1 stones, they look fantastic
You can see them hitting through
The tint in the Aston
Twenty on the pinky ring,
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
matter
N***as switch up in the end
Free lil bro out the pound, n***as can't fuck with the round
N***a we moving the town
I stole your bitch she in love
stackin' the cheddar up
Chill kickin' back while he fries
Up a quarter pound
We trying to get the cash, hold the lettuce
Uh think you're hard but you're
out
-They love to hate it but I love the hatred They love to hate it but love the hatred
Ain’t no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Old
a Jada Pinkett
Not a girl thats overly enthused by fancy trinkets
I encounter women like that and it gets me drinking
I ain’t the person that i wanna be
of '98
Man, I just arrived
Brung a lot of smiles
What a joyous time
22 years gone by, and I'm tryna thrive
6 / 25, 2 years later
Celebrating my second
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
to love and all
Naw I'd be on top of the world
At twenty seven with a wife, pregnant, and white picket fences and shit
It's cool I'ma get there soon
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello, is there anybody up here?
(Hello) Welcome 2085!
Twenty Eighty-five it is (just me up here
Wouldn't you be proud of me? Addictive personality. People crowd to me
Asking me what I wanted to be. I said, philanthropist before MC
Neither require degree
niggas, they tuck and they run to the fathers
First-degree murder in minutes, the type of the shit too quick for the fucking responders
Hitting shit.
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