Lyrics:
game ain't fair, be honest
Y'all just out and wildin'
I ain't with that error and trialin', uh
I make my money by the day
I'm selling these tracks but
free
My conscience ain't cheap
But there's stars all behind us
Pay rent or overthink?
Where is my head at, damn where am I headed
These rules were
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
a boxer
I'm a monster, mom and daddy said i need a doctor
Slaughter you imposters dealing with the roster
And even if i know i'll never get an oscar
I'ma
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
rock with it
You say I'm not with it
Take a man, he pop with it
Let's see you album, pop, get 'em
No introduction
Fuckin' his sister with seduction
my lyrics
Gearin towards buildin a different appearance
Lil adjective monster you still gon be fearin
As soon as I start with the lyrics they cheerin
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
in the asphalt
We sculpt from the mud, we are our happiness,
not noticing the trick
After we complain about bad luck
And that the fault
by myself than with frauds in my bank
I got a piece on my neck on my chain
Mamma think that I'ma saint, huh, I done did some shit for this Cartier
I
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah)
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
by Myself right
I had to bring my niggas in
King lek robin and bam
You know what it is bitch
Look what we started
They can not hang with us
We are some
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
pockets no sleep.
Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these
Wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games
And the fool
Bahamas, maybe Tijuana
Walkin' tall do what I wanna like Obama or Willy Wonka
Stickin' with my golden ticket I just conjured a monster entendre
Did you get
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