Lyrics:
mother rubbed her hands
Beneath his pants at mass
And if he missed a prayer
He best beware her wrath
'Cause moms would whip his ass to
Keep him on the path
the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowing
the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowing
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
want to be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Aight
Know what you're in for, right?
Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash
a half-a-cake cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate
I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust
Spoiled, plus I played my hand like a royal
a half-a-cake cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate
I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust
Spoiled, plus I played my hand like a royal
King of the jungle
I'm just handing out these crowns
Keep your head strong my brother
Don't let your mother see you frown
Cause the green blades
ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love for money
Paranoid like a defendant at a murder trial
Plus I seen it everyday, but signatured in
A major nigga, a paid nigga
Kept some red Jarans
Plus a big Benz
Plus a Lex jeep
Plus the best freaks
Plus he jet ski in Texas
Flash the big cheddar,
kid/
chilling and smoking blunts was the only things that i did//
I was never a heartbreaker,a sweet child/
always tried to get with a girl but they
dragged into the booth and now I'm feeling music
Plus a nigga just graduated they all made me do it
I do it for them, ain't shit change so don't be thinking
they know im king
cos i remodel the world with the flow i bring
i see you rap for the cash and i pity ya job
my styles wild like a child from the city
to ostracize, him from the earth
Banish and exile the kid for a while
Throw him under my wing, and raise him like a child
But never lose stride, pace, or beat
the dash
He ain't got no cash travel at the speed of Flash
Turn your mother into ash, you can't find her like a Geocache
You ain't even fast bruh, who
22 with no income (with no income)
Plus I got wedding on the way
I look around I can't see a single friend
And I've been one (I've been a friend)
But
For what it's worth I teach my seeds so they eat or bleed durin child birth
Tensions in the atmosphere so you're best to beware
Or be burned by my
crossing lanes, gossip, say my child's name
Jealous and embarrassed, they've inherited raw pain
Y'all gain nothing cuz you suffer like I once did
Everybody
people die everyday
Breathin' second hand smoke
[Napoleon]
The streets dog gave birth
Another nutty baby
Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him
now check it
You said you spare the raw
Then you spoil the child
15 with a Pyrex my mother's denial
Look what I've become young
Young in the flesh
Blew
time
I read the Tao Te Ching, everyone is everything
From the lightest mouse to the largest lion
To a child crying as he watches his community dying
contact
I'm a wild child with a checklist the size of Texas
I wanna be inside your solar plexus
Wanna make you high like we flying Nexus
Tell me what you
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