Lyrics:
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
ts prescription I keep da Glock up on my side 30 rounds that clip extended play w/ us ts get wicked dirty white rocks stuff in my bridges I got black
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
the past you've lived is due to your fault?
You sink deeper in your worth, your struggle to gain wealth
Feeling conquered by your birth, outta touch with
of the shot know hit sumn major
All white Ts now it look like a strainer
Trust no one but my plug he a stranger
Chosen one I was born in a manger
Been a rude
knees
And-uh the Lord-uh
Daughters and sons
Demonstrate your receipt of the gift of tongues
From you down by their feet colouring on the floors
all to one side
For a springboard
And a pair of shorts
And a plain white t-shirt
And the ability to do a perfect back flip
I think if I could
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
With a dude like me black Chuckaz white tee
Sized up precisely what you call a fly gee
It's not my fault that mommy on T
So easy playboy damn your girl
Open wide and take your fucking medication
yeah
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts
Cold
Hard cash got me
Lone wolf so I stay on my din bro I make more P when I'm on my feet
Plain Jane over this plain white tee nigga ima get cheese and that's by all means
I
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
in there own blood
Poor out 40s blaze up a dub
When your showing your homies love
Heavy influence by thugs
Leads to distribution of drugs
When they
like you Don't think ya shit stank
Your breath alone smell like shit Stains
How you turn a plain white tee Into a Off White
Ain't no Virgil it's ya pit
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
Its all in your mind,
In your mind
I don't want to believe
And I don't want to live
By the excuses
Of your weakness
'Cause a woman should
So you like to demise with your pen
I was the same back when
Then and now, I want to change
But don't know how
Do's and don'ts, don'ts I don't
yeah)
You can tell I'm 'bout my paper by my conversation (yeah, guap)
Gotta be a dime, I can't fuck with basics (dime, gotta)
Like 'em plain Jane like
o'clock
Past your bedtime
Take your ass to bed
You ain't 'posed to be hearin' this shit, word up
Punishment motherfuckers
By the Punisher, and Busta
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
the infection
Left me fucked in the head
We die for closer connection
My plain white T painted red
Tell me it was just you
That it wasn't my fault
Don't know
see you I act like I didn't care
Now you're all alone in your plain white tee
I just hope your happy with what you did to me
No we can't go back
spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they
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