Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
' cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
you flip 'em over you
Could reload the K
How many ballers went pro you play?
I'd rather play in the G league than
That Wild 'N Out role you play
But
gettin' that green, we in a different league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
Got so
bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never
Emmylou Harris & Pure Prairie League
I know that it's supposed to be all over
And I know that I can take it if that's the way it has to be
But ya'
I'm gettin' corns for my country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for
I'm gettin' corns for my Country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for
walk by, talk fly
See what my game like
The League gettin crackin like a
Safe in a bank heist what?
Nigga you ain't nice, nigga just think twice
It's Tay
could only see
The things you do to me
I bet the other boys
Wish they knew
My tongue between your teeth
Your hands all over me
If I'm out of my league
I
Gettin you high
Catchin a vibe
I'll get you right tonight
I got whatever you like
Gimme the loot
I'm in the booth
I'm off the boof
Making the news
I'm
blanca
I got the lethal, you couldn't put a match to it (to it)
Let me know, yo, or we could do it like Stuart
Mind over matter (uh), action is needed
finna cook
A Utah Jazz nigga used to
Not gettin’ calls for the push
Bitch, I’m darin’ him arrogance
Today, stop my comparisons
You tired of these
hold up
This isn't League of Legends
All I see is peasants
You'd better take your seats
Let me teach some lessons
I don't mean to tank, but I can be
Pure Prairie League
I'm almost ready
To let you know just how bad I feel
I'm almost ready
To let you loose and find another heart to steal
My
Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap
For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap
There's more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts, after you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
, no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
mothafuckas and let there be
Tech nigga
[Hook 1]
If anybody say "Fuck me"
Everybody say "Fuck you"
Cause they know my shit's pure
Soul serving and plus true
If
on me and convinced I'm the hardest
Carvin lines over heads, share a vision with barbers
The flow so pure, it could carry sins of the martyrs
A team
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
sendin' over
Ain't got no time for this, I swear we only gettin' older
I'm not the same nigga that you knew when I was flippin' sodas
I'm way too
on the board
I'm Too good to Ignore
For the Win, we go to war
Fuck you talkin bout?
Hitting goals, shooting three's Gettin'
Pussy, money, weed, triple double
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