Lyrics:
truck you
buck you some more
you be stuck to the wall with a big fuck you fuck you
in the search continue
i build to fill my cup
for peace of american
Or would you rather hang out with your crew?
Niggaz want to smoke with you
Maybe have a drink or two
Baby can we have a day, by the lake?
Conversate?
we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
crack makers never left the neighbourhood
cash rules everything except me
that's
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so
with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as a psalm
And some say
pack like I ain’t do that tried to put my money up for some real estate feeling great until I see that doe make a guy feel great when I hibernate rip
am not in it for myself
Played the hand that I dealt
Had to Jump deep in that water N i swam Like Phelps
Man The hood been in disorder ever big mike
numbers
Been talking for some weeks now ya trust him plenty discussions
On making big money an how to end all the suffering
Anything for a check now her
stall your place
Even the best lose but still win when we fall with grace
That's what's wrong with you punks with weak lungs can't take an L
Big bad
1978 we lost JP I
The church was prayin “God's will be done”
All the red hats had to make a trip to Rome
Each one wonderin if he'd make it back home
is Shirt
Well isn't it obvious can't you tell
Cust-form gifts I'm in the mail no tall tale
Ideas so big like the ocean we need a whale
Heavy load if
the blessin's I deserve
My testimony is the truth of these lessons I reserve
When I was gone (uh), some niggas badmouthed my name
But then the big house is
mades
My boy's got an 8-ball wrapped in his balls
I tell him to adjust his waist
The bouncers know us like the back of the hand
But we've gotta be
ain't mad, that most of them envy
Though my crib so big, steal in their head rent-free
That's by the side, I made a hundred mil' last year
That's wild
Customizing diamond chains
Man we was lost and had to find a way
Smoking on gelato, these Louboutin's got the sparkle
I started with a half O with
And if you're born overseas, you need fi take a trip
Like a pilgrimage to Mecca, 'cause a we created it
You want fi see some real woman
Why not? Dem
my egg sandwich with extra cheese
I'm getting fat from this anxiety
At my cubicle at half past 6
Some fake hellos and goodbyes
Rinse repeat
So
our time, synchronize your watch
Going to work with these lines, punching the clock
All my life I been told to get it,
Get it by any means, so I mean
Shout out my name, you bitch
[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, who want to rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We've got, plenty
Well they flash
Those half-knowing smiles
As they pass
Heroic profiles
Like they're in some book by Ayn Rand
Always working, always tanned
So
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can't test, the best
[Verse 2]
I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium
One ounce'll have
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