Lyrics:
just been rich
Life a show it really is these niggas hate me like I'm Chris
Heard he rat yea the nigga snitch he must want get lit
Need my grip I don't
Take those boots off your shelf
Wipe that dust off yourself
Even if you've been through hell, you're back
It's time to separate the men from the boys
Don’t let 'em in
No don’t let 'em in, let 'em i-in
Said no don’t let 'em in
I see these vultures creepin’ in the back
They tryna get a catch don’t
the government
Come and catch me the blunt is lit
Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch
I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Remember
Even when it hurts
Remember
Even if it gets worse
When I can't find You by my side
I will look back so I
Remember
Remember
Countless
make your own money
Yes bitch, let me see you get more (get more)
B-I-G, this for the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door
by you
There ain't no doubt
I can't get out
Of this trouble that you've got me in
If I hurt you
Didn't mean to
Oh, and I'm sorry
Ain't
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
yo' back
Goin' smack from a country-ass gold teeth chicken eatin' mack
'Cause I'm a player that get sweet and gushy
I take your bitch to my crib
Get you some money, nigga
When you broke, it make your life harder
Money changed a lot of shit
Everything thing I seen was real, at funerals
crossed over and
Made ducats by the minute get it?
I'm never packin pop tarts for lunch
I'm packin 38 Specials that's why
They call me Mr hotshot
Back in
I was on point 'cause a lil' nigga mixy
Bro sippin' Henny, he was feelin' tipsy
Tell that nigga to pass me the blicky
It get lit, I'ma oot, I
Be
the unity
Yeah, everything I need is in the air I breathe
You get back what you give, and I was born to live, born to live
I know all that you've been
truth
Vigilante act
Get my get back
Lips smack
Love the taste of that
If you dance before you eat
Then I know you fat
Vengeance taste sweet
I'm getting
But I dont wanna go back home tonight
I'm in a place I've never known
Mr barman can you please give me some life, oh yeh
So then I tip him right, get
do.
first you rise then u fall then u get right back up
and get where you going baby
then you rise then u fall then u get right back up
with where are
Interior look like a winery
Privacy is all I ask for
Maybe one or two cats by the back door
Passport and I got a bad rapport
I don't travel
This ain't
and out these banks I'm making moves you mad hatter
Ah I cut em off go and get the bag thats Factz
Fake Frendz leave em in the back big Factz
Apply pressure
planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left
inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home)
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home
I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come
we're still trapping
Skr skr, jump out nab man
I caught the boy lacking by the traffic
Back out my ting get active
How can I beef them guys they
impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
y'all niggas keep up
By the time you get to, Puerto Rico, my nigga, I'll be in
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