Lyrics:
tomorrows so many hearts are hollow
Can't help 'em they'll put me down if I let 'em
I'm givin' fifty feet to the average friend or foe
And I'll kill you
donny trump, take a dump on your $50 flag made in China, I'm not a whiner just sick of it, ya sheepish little tricks, jump in a well, oh well, I'll tell
Bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in
Where
made us meet
But tore us apart by cancelling out
cnd I was dumb enough to leave
cnd I burnt you down in an instant
But you drowned me out in the long-run
ill speed in my lane
Remember me then i was counting up my cents
Now i got options, but this makes sense
Cause i been put in work now i'm all in my bag
mes boys
Prêt pour la Grande Messe produit par DJ Horg
Viens-t’en rider avec les best
Je suis toujours prêt à rep’ mon nom
Depuis les tape cassettes pis
plane sitting by the wing
Telling you "the leather feel good don't it?"
For 50 thou you'll have a real good moment
The plane's landed by the pilot that
Nigga I wasn't on the ballet for all 4 years, in my high school career
When in reality I swear I'm looking better than all of my peers
Nah I'm
or brisk
Cashier handle the tax, cause all niggas had was cents
Homies take different routes home as it pour
Down with the rain, and later on they texting
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
asleep getting head but I
Woke up Pro counting
Thinking he got power? 50 really
Bring the ghost out him
Caught him drinking green and a shooter
Knocked
boy said that he gon' slide, but he got hit by my glitzy
18 shots like two 50's, lot of bullets 250
I be riding with my blicky, you gon' die trying
I put 50 tubs on it, where my real g's at?
This ain't child's play got you crying over silver backs
Oh, no I won't change up nigga less is uniform
a while
A while later we was talking about some new music and DM's
I was thinking to myself that I'ma make her my BM
So we was just texting for real
Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
you no love in the Hub
Spend time on the road, hotel's all alone
Not for Hillstreet times ain't no place like home
[Chorus: x 4 Guru]
I'ma get
a nine in their hand they'll
Give you 9 like 50 don't get jack son
If a nigga try to rob me
You'll see what I have in store
Yeah boy I pack son
This life
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
dial or I'll shoot your dog with a fuckin Nerf gun
I was born feet first that's why I'm 10 toes down
Four portfolios, you waste money on a pound
Way
you no love in the Hub
Spend time on the road, hotel's all alone
Not for Hillstreet times ain't no place like home
[Chorus: x 4 Guru]
I'ma get
you no love in the Hub
Spend time on the road, hotel's all alone
Not for Hillstreet times ain't no place like home
[Chorus: x 4 Guru]
I'ma get
is, but check it-love ain't self-seeking
1 Corinthians 13:5-God's Word as well, homie"
So I need a mind frame renewal right now, today
Ephesians 4
yeah
I could put it Moms it's too ALIAS
FIFTY-CAL bullet leave you witta radius
My new bitch told me she "spontaneous"
Two built glocks nigga
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