Lyrics:
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
be 'bout
Stop playin', I'll knock a nigga clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly nigga only got 'em 'cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I
the family eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
All for the family, family, family, fa-fa-family
M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for
Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
(I come up hard, baby, but now I'm cool)
(I didn't make it, sugar)
Ayy (playin' by the rules)
(I come up hard, baby) ayy
(But now I'm cool)
(I
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man,
told y'all
Now you see I ain't playin'
I'm on another level
You should come get like me
Can't no one do it batter
Is that so hard to believe?
Heads
to shine
You're the girl that I'm in love with
You're playin' a game called hard to get
Called hard to get
Oh baby baby you're you're hard to get
Hey
Everybody tryna get a lick from me
Imma chill yeah I like my peace
I know when they call
Intentions blurred but I don't feel bad
Imma do me why
Working hard now and play later is law
Get off my ass and stop playin' hee haw
I want the house, and clothes, and the car
Want every lil thing right up
generation
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground
There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town
In a town
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Birds in the trap, they gon' stink by tomorrow
Servin' the Act' out a baby bottle
Don't tell me, "Shut up," you are not my boss
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' 'cause I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about to crack a case
Playin
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
Customized in London by guys who suitup kings
Girl, you get the rings young, you behave
Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore,
try, till these betters all foldin
I'ma get by, get the story unfoldin
Catch me on the 9, when the kiddo up soarin
Bound to be the greatest, hitta that's
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
What is a man that stays true to the game
But has to cheat a little to get by
Well that's a person that I know too well
Don't want to know but I
seems to come out right
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised, I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat's puttin'
(Doo, doo, doo)
Playin' all that music, yet keepin' time
(Doo, doo, doo)
Where in the world did he learn that, oh, Lord
Lord, help him get away
the sureshot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (plugged), learn
Temperatures too hot for sunblock, burn
Playin' wit' minds that get you state time
Locked behind 12
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