Lyrics:
the Eway
Told my brother can't wait to be on that tv
I was eight years old burnin Weezy tapes onna cds
Seeing MTV I was hoping that it would be me
I grew up
wish they was you
Like a twin turbo, baby they cloning
What the fuck up with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing
the stakes, up the antique
The better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
Check it out
[Chorus]
(Samples and cuts by
though we sunk in a hole
And I'm the only one climbing up
But you can still hold my hand
You can still roll the blunt, you can still be so blunt with me
I got big ears like Mickey, but don't take the Mickey
Dem Bitches, Minnie, don't be silly
Big man not no kiddie
Back of the C.D, C.D?
I got big ears
of you
I got big ears like Mickey, but don’t take the Mickey
Dem Bitches, Minnie, don’t be silly
Big man not no kiddie
Back of the C.D, C.D?
I got big
of your set?
And why they never get it popping but they party to death?
Yea, and why they gonna give you life for a murder?
Turn around only give you
of your set?
And why they never get it popping but they party to death?
Yea, and why they gonna give you life for a murder?
Turn around only give you
years and
they only hung me the right way up yesterday!
BRIAN
All right! All right!
BEN
I just wish I had half your luck. They must think you're Lord
Summertime is our grind and All the dimes they look so fine You can catch me hella Fresh on The block serving cds out my Ride when I'm out I'm all
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
more twin glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh,
a bitch
Tryna keep my twins from me when you know they're my ribs
Family be the worse Family be a curse
Tryna act like ima deadbeat but ima be there first
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
I will not die till I get my respect
I want my money Cash App me right through a text
Only hit my line if u tryna buy a feat
I ain't playing nice for
Motherfuckers just can’t keep up
Working everyday call me Vaynerchuk
That boy Jaime yeah he know wassup
Hooking up the wifey with so much love
Like woah!
I don’t
on, let me get you right, we have this shit)
Take this 500 before you clap this shit up
Say this, let me say this, let me just say this
These flashin'
niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no
incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me
rolling up that grency, grency, fruity sack
I’m smoking by the corner store, I knock’em down like dominos
She see me making money, now you Shawty follow
I get so high you can't tell I'm alive
Up in the sky the planes Passing me By
Take a trip to Mars and Smoke Wit The stars
I'm like a Martian I'm
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm
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