Lyrics:
Stocks, real estate, businesses
I'm just trying to dominate my industry
The cops tried to hate but I'm innocent
I'm Dr. J, when I'm balling in the 6
to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins
Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch
Jet-skiing in
design, I'm draped
We Fornicate Then I escape Yeah,
She wanna move in today yeah,
Sorry, no free real estate
Yeah, yeah, yeah All of this cake, let's get
hop out a coffin
At the real estate, behavin' type choosy
Want a palace, make the shit beige and light blue please
Got the kid like watch your
skyline hasn't looked the same,
since the boom in south Florida's real estate.
It's turning into more than I can take.
Too much too soon too little too
real-estate
Overpriced, no escape
Third-floor glass-filled walls
Above the urban sprawl
Meet me in the library
Pocket poetry
Drove the ninety-two
Still, I’m
hop out a coffin
At the real estate, behavin' type choosy
Want a palace, make the shit beige and light blue please
Got the kid like watch your
block
But now I fuck with real estate
Working construction, yeah
That's how I raise the roof
I'm out there selling alcohol
It's called Recession Proof
I'm
Whipping like a slave master, smoke a zip every week
My plate is full and so am I, I'm finding too much to eat
Cause I'm real never been fake, my hoe
Should I?
Continue shouting for an audience I never met
Should I?
Possess university creds or benefit checks
Should I?
Go into real estate like some
"Take that body and bag it, then I'm outta sight!"
From a little town, that's right a tore down house
with some real estate in Peatskill
I ran a meat
I land, baby until then
I'll tell you what it feels like, being Rihanna in real life
My mama okay? eh eh
Just copped her some real estate, eh
I'm
the better days
Too fly got them thinking that I own a jet
Own a plane like Drizzy Drake
Real estates I mind my biz am a business man
Ghost face it's like am
on the ladder
I'm really down for this shit it was built up in my matter
I wanna put my mama in a big ass estate
And she'll design the shit herself that how she
was then at the edge of a large and half-finished estate. It was still and quiet, backing onto a copse the bulldozers had missed when they levelled
it down with me she'll never be on some next shit
I want a crib just for my construction timbs
And fitted hats, nuff cognac for me and my friends
Construction put on paper
Listen cause I'm building a skyscraper
For a strong foundation of wheels of steel
Not a reel to reel, but the real deal
Polo
the thoughts received
But remembering her thighs keep my eyes shut
I told her now you in my hut
And I housed her, by design
But she now owns real estate
warmer days
Merch pays, want real estate
Never said I was the realest mang
It's a construction zone
Outside my door
I don't even lace my timbs when
balling or selling drugs
Construction real estate or driving trucks
Cutting hair or touching niggas up
Can't trust the construct niggas stuck
Can't mustard
real
And the real nigga fake for control of the estate
Fam' fightin' at the wake
Model hit her knees for some weed An the weave
OGs told me that you pay
the zoning, ring of red around the rosiest of
Real estate - how oxymoronic, when the deed is fake
Depleted streams of revenue, who left to eat the cake
We gon'
Mutism's social construction
Undo it and slow down media hype
Take a book and some speech therapy, you'll see, your own thinking will change
Or let me bleed,
and can spit like this
Cuz this shit ain't new to me I'm just new to yall
Trying to do some real numbers yall know who to call
Long as your budget and my
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