Lyrics:
the supplier?
Am I rich? Do I have any buyers?
Once they realized that they couldn't
Move an inch us
That's when they divide and try
To Willie Lynch us
Said that
(Ross buddy, my boy)
(I got some news for you)
(You see, things have been a little stressful lately)
(And that's because, I killed your momma)
(Now I
DB, Whitter, and Downey
Spread like fire throughout the San Gabriel Valley
Maaphuccas that are loyal, the Brown got Authority
If you chilled at Tommy's
a dem beetches
That's the Hennessy at the top
That's fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
'Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Ross lynch
I'm chilling w your girl watching lilo and stitch
Me despido w this verse cus I'm about to fuck yo bitch.
Boutta fuck yo bitch
We return her
they on our dick and they
Don't even love us (The fuck?)
Ran outta luck no whip no lynch ain't no
Way to contain us (No way!)
Bruh why the fuck you hoes
yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Ross)
H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
Getting money cross the map, bruh, can't u tell
Push the music the same way I used to move them bales
Of the trees
P's
Sticky and Green
Smoke a wood, then
Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I
You got the gall to call em out but one phone call
Everything you love is gone by tomorrow
All your money's borrowed, wallet instantly hollowed
For a crumb of their chips
That's how it is, the truth is laid out
F- that woke s-, wish it would fade out
You got the gall to call em out but one phone
of how we have been trained to go along with this life that was created by the colonizers from the very moment that they snatched us of that godforsaken
Why am I suffer for the color of my skin
Why must I rot in hell
Why must they do to me the way they do me
Why must I be treated like I'm treated
chillin' with my bros
The way I'm in my mode
You can tell that I'm the GOAT
Pussy ass classmates who really just be hatin'
They say that they do not fuck
go your own way
That kiss tells me
That I'm paying for what I can't undo
The more I care for you
The further we go oh ohdrifting apart
Darling you be
a gallon of gasoline and a chestful of hearts
So you hide behind them paper and them records that made me
Immunization, on papers I'm eighteen
Selling
it rain
I'll stay on track till I'm smack by a train
Won't make it if you do not do the same
I came through Journeys to show you the strangest
the spot that I'm in, is dis really real
All these years, am I really here
Have I really live what they call a miracle
[Birdman]
How u shoot clips, put
can't stop
Keep on climbing all the way to The top
No i don't love you
Baby girl you a thot
Just get on ya knees
And give me that top
Not sentimental
Get
on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it's organized crime (Boss)
Mo money, Mo power
The world is yous, that's until I get my lead shower
Even if I
to rickashay
Bouncing all around
That body old case cold
I got a way wid it
If you ask me I think niggas from Baisly did it
I?m a south side nigga we take
Don't think with your mind when you're pricing
Cause I married the game so we feel
That the cake need a little more icing
Sell out by the cases
Bitch
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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