Lyrics:
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight.
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night”
And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
don't dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin'
The afternoon is FM in the PM
Oh if that
SAB
Me thats who alright
Bitches and Benjamins
Got me swerving in my Benz again
PM to the AM and then wake up do It again again
Woah
Remember lil bitch
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
rock it
Ya can't stop it
Ya like the ways that we livin'
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
me
Bob Marley blaring, it's hot as fuck, sweaty
My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing
My nigga Brain Leftin', O-high like Cleveland
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
we pass the quiz
Give what you have if you have to give
No you're not perfect but who is
Flow with the process trust in it
Always keep it simple not
read, yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by
It's so chilled out bro, it's very wavy
I'm on my wavy shit boy
Y'know I don't really know who
Made the beat bro but it's okay
Wake up at 11PM
on my dresser
I got's to get paid, everyday, by the minute, by the second
Check it, I need to get to Houston
Need to get a Caddy sittin' on them deuce
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