Lyrics:
but I can't cope when I'm always wrong in your eyes
And I really don't want this to end but baby
You stretching me too thin
Yeah
So I gotta take five
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
gotta taxi search for a limo again
Whatever
You're so ghetto
your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side
[Kardinal]
Check, yo
You know you
hollering
Mic your god like, keep praying and just swallowing
Judge by the picture and the way I look
Look good don’t it, we’ll its never been a gimmicks
Its
Trap niggas with bad credit can’t get rich
How much it cost a black man to move bricks?
What you gotta pay to protest ya 2cents?
How they giving out
Trap niggas with bad credit can’t get rich
How much it cost a black man to move bricks?
What you gotta pay to protest ya 2cents?
How they giving out
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
gave me Nova, gotta thank Lil' Queeze
She gave me V, Gotta thank Danielle
I'm nothing like these niggas, can't you tell?
I know exactly what you
go round like we sharing the cents
Like Mary go round Not rolling a spliff
I'm tryna get it by the 1st and the 5th
So let me tell what the shit really
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
the cents that
The little shit adds up
Shit I can make a dollar work
Got a dime trynna take my shirt
I’m just playing, better know your worth
Cause money
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
fuckin' up a good time by snappin' your necks, come on
I just want to celebrate
Like my baby's first steps you heard
I just want to celebrate
Like my first
judge a book by it's Cover, cause that's when you
Might get surprised by the highs And lows, slip and fall into a trap When you was climbing
The rope, I
a nigga doin' his thang, you
Shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get
A X by your name
Now, what makes you think that you can play some
Real
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
here
We can do this by ourselves
Girl I gotta watch my body
Cause I'm not just anybody
You hate it when I keep it on me
But I can't get caught without it
La, la, la, la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la
Every day's the same day
It never changes
I work the 9 to 5
I do what I do just to get by
I'm always
and trust
Some black and brown issues we both discussed
He said, "Homes, it's been goin down too long
I gotta bang on them fools and it don't feel wrong"
at the same time leanin'
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming
'Fore we compare paper, get your weight up
I need more points than that,
to party, got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
On you
Cause the groove feels right
We gon' ride this flow to the rhythm of the night
Let your worries fall behind
Love will take over your mind
It’s true
there for me
You only stay just close enough so you can get some change from me
So when the money comes I'll give you my two cents it's make believe
Me
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