Lyrics:
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
Rockin' it rock, rock, rockin' it
Rockin' it rock
Rock, rock, rockin' it
Beside the point in the joint is where I rock
Give me time when I rhyme so
The nature of the wicked is indelible, impossible to change
I told you that you can't tell who Satan is by color
Lucifer was Black
Black devil red
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
that wave uptown
When you look me in my eyes, know it's easy to see
When you fuckin' with them boys from the COC
Man, they know who I'm is in
Got a Jarvis
In the studio I got a jar full if pot, bitch
Not rich
Get rich
Or die tryin'
Money is the devil
Mommy
Mummyfied I been like Ali
Baba got
rich, but your talk is cheap
Never see me tryna walk with sheep
I'm so famous, can't even cough in peace
Your alter ego is Maltese
I was waitin' for
on because my grip is that tight just like a python
My nerves working almost hard as me, keep my composure get the best of me
Won't let it happen they don't
when I was in school
Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool
Lookin' up to rich niggas, let me rock they jewels
Got the game from
that tonight you gonna get over that (chances are)
Chances are, it's gonna be the best time you ever had
So here's to tonight
A night you won't
throwing them racks
When the money go, best believe I get that shit right back
A rich nigga would know what I mean when I say it like that
Money on me, I be
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Nigga
Big tippa
Kick flippa
Imma risk taker
Bread maker
Shit shaka
Imma Rich Nigga
Big tippa
Kick flippa
The way I treat my love you can call me insane
the sixties
No way, no way
I, can't see the OG's standin' in big lines
Holdin' big signs, tryin' to get mine
I'll shoot ya ass 17 times
'Cause this week
you, then rule number two
Fuck his best friends, then make 'em yes men
And get a dick pic and then you press send
And send a red heart, and send
Now I see what fame will really get you
Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for
The Devil laughed his evil sounding laugh again
Big Dick just had to get on the phone and call Sony
The One and Only
He said now I'm going to break it down
(Verse 1)
Bra stupid, know you big big mad
If I'm a loser how the fuck did I get rich this fast?
Shot extended clip longer than a baseball bat
Swing
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower
Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich
And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me
know when you talk like you're hot
You can still get got, anyone can get dropped
Act like you know, I don't window shop (ah)
Act like you know, I just
when I'm high, I get melodic
We gon' spin your block, best you know we get chaotic
E-E-Every day I'm gettin' geeked up like an octave
She a lil' crazy
shoes
Litha consoled her, "we gon' be good"
And that's when he knew he gotta make a bigger plan
Joined a perilous gang, started making cash
Now he got
Nights long money big
We in the trap tryna buy a crib
We coming back if that nigga live
They getting mad we just getting rich
Yea yea aye
I call
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