Lyrics:
Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy"
"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea)
Fillin' even better when I look in
While I'm slanging for my grip
So now I'm hitting licks
Quick quiet as a mouse
Last quarters damn it's time to get a house
I found me a shack deep west by
and the wonderful ways that we were able to understand each other
And find out about each other
We got to know each other little by little living very close in
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
groceries, making tips, just to hold me over
Chicken sandwich from the deli was better than Nobu
Traded my apron for pen but still serving em soul food
Young
talk to
Anti I get paid to be sociable
You gon die if you think I'm approachable
Young nigga light weight dark soul
With my White Forces on
Beat em to be
call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but
a smarter mouse.
If it started raining soup his family'd all have forks,
If they was to cut a woman in two, he'd get the half that talks.
Unlucky Luke,
new
Getting chased by the man who
just tries to make an honest living, here I am
I was old enough to know better But I was too young to understand
me step in the room
With my goons
By how we move
You know the set is dangerous
I stay prepared
Man I can't lie
These streets too dangerous
Man I can't
QC the label, and we independent
Got some young niggas still kickin' doors
And some of my niggas convicted
Money, money, power, respect
I guess
uh?
The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
"That doesn't make no sense!" c'mon who cares?
See even without the gift there's yours so
coming or I'm going?
Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix
bitch a bag
I'm strickly like pimping, got it from my dad
My belt is by Hermes, I can never sag
I'm too rich to be mad, I'm so glad
I'm a Jackass like
Too many young baby mothers and baby daddies
In the graveyard back then
I went from sittin' on clubs to the cashmere
You shoulda seen how I flossed
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
Can you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
lying for the likes
Paradox boy you will never understand
Young sad boys taking over on your gram
Selling by the grams got the powder and the xans
Tryna
off the Hen, I was smokin', I got too high
Damn, time flies by
It's like I knew your whole lifetime, my nigga
We accomplished so much shit
We
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
lika mason
Hella complications
Nigga try some new relations
Fo you get way too attached
Like you lockdown
Xannies over panties
Nigga i dont understandy
I seek to to understand
Not to be understood
Stood in this hell too long
To not rebel time to move on
And rebuild
Well built for the job
If I say so
have ever meet, she want n autograph on her fake breast,
Too young is just too dumb, girl slow it down and take a break twist,
Check it out when my
have ever meet, she want n autograph on her fake breast,
Too young is just too dumb, girl slow it down and take a break twist,
Check it out when my
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
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