Lyrics:
Shoutout ma nigga fee
See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
Its about money it's bigger than me
your family to a hole new other block
I got shit that could wake up the deaf
That will knock down the door and break up the steps
Don't even bother
A risky game we play
Only reason anybody lives here built around a place that maybe should have not been made
So whatchu gonna do? move?
You tried that once
Forget dying, dying's a myth, I'm going to live, yeah?
Get me in that studio
I work from my heart and soul
And put everything into it
Kid my
do you do if you don't give a fuck about nothing?
Nothing
Let's all get rich & banish poverty
It's common sense, there are no secrets at sea
Our
the question, gonna be a blast
"How fast do you really think you were going?"
Yellow slip's mine and I keep on drivin'
(Damn it, yeah, oh no)
(Yeah, yeah)
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I'm
with the cops
I do everything nigga feel like Jamie Foxx
You can catch a couple bullets twenty one like Capalot
I was that kid on your block, put your
got my emotions compressed
And this is my treatment which soon connects
On every song I can just reflect
Talk about my problems royalty collects
And its
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
gonna stay
Write it down no other option
Being broke drove me crazy
Live by Broke.Is.No.Option
If it wasn’t my fam and if it wasn’t for you people
I
ever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now
Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
'Cause you will
boys
Hell yeah I do it my way
Got my CoC on my phone
Playing Jackbox all night
We at Jamesway Park now Taeo's in a fight
Blackout, boy scout, no doubt,
Kingdom Hearts, it's a start
Feel the power, in my heart
Keyblade is my brush, I paint art
Changing the worlds, all becoming smart
Making a new
to cover my face
I even made you a plate, soul food, know how granny do it
Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it, why
You know what it is
Ay Kink B, what it do nigga?
Coach K
These niggas wanna play man ha ha ha
They bench riders man
They can't ban the Snowman
on 'em, I'm makin' a scene
Then I'm makin' 'em scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I'm lit, I
Causing 3rd degrees
Y'all ain't ready for the pain
Switch in forecast
Cause weather
Im here to make it scorch
You can tell by the name
What else should I do
much to lose
Didn't stay on the block
But my body full of scars
I'm gonna risk it all if I go on a war
The Lord is my witness
Glory to him
Okay
This is
her, "Motherfuck the blogs, just do what Top say"
Is it real, is it fake? I don't know, I can't tell
I'm just hopin' time worth it, I'm just hopin' we
And that which is natural
And we find that
You stop eatin' the garbage to begin with
Now, as you begin to think about the garbage
Yeah, I can see it now
I'm
Yo sugar mama
I don't know why this song Is taking so long to record
It doesn't usually take me This this long but we gonna kill it this time
Let's
fucking spot we go
Gust when you thought we would stop, we go
Came a long way from them nice hallways
What you talk about we could do it all day, what
wishin'
Kid Cudi fall off? Never bossy
I'm getting money
Bounce all around the world similar to bunny
Rabbit, you want my dick? Come grab it
I will break
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