Lyrics:
I stand on ten all by myself
No ion need nobody round
I see em hatin in my comments
I just laugh man dey clowns
We could throw dem hands li boy
Just
flowin', I told them I'm ready to dive in
Yeah, cause I walk with the spirit
Walkin' by faith, not by sight or appearance
Imma keep puttin' my praise in
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
THIS PAPER
But it's hard when surrounded by so many haters
I let 'em do they job, 'cause time is wasting
Can't get complacent, sneakers lace 'em, I
see-O, ya can't stops me
Now tell me is there anybody else
Before I put my AK back on the shelf
Cause I put in work like Job Corps
Niggas talk shit
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
the lay up without the assist
Tell em im playing for keeps
Here I come told em run, I’m jumping the fence
Now I’m convinced
I’ll take the game by the ear
like a threat, if you mean business you mean business tell 'em pull up that's a bet (pshh)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy (Ha)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy
a Soulja Boy & he’ll hit youuu with it
Tryna let my kid still be a kid
But I damn near can’t cuz the streets too wicked
At an all time low I’m too lifted
the jackpot
They being asking F when the hell he gonna stop
Tell em when my family living like I'm selling rocks
Lemme get a tic tac, setup for a comeback
Yea uh
Moneyd0g moneyd0g moneyd0g!
Yea yea GLOCK- GLOCK 1999 yea yea lestgo yea
Yea this brand new soda
Devil on my shoulder tell me I should be
I put my pain inside the grave, tryna make a new wave And if you let em tell it, you won't never get it straight
If money be the mission, just know
never lived an average life anyway
I could tell by how the ladies in the store
Would tell me I have good manners
For being just a little boy
Or when my
that chip on my body
Man fuck a shoulder
Tell em boys like I was soulja
Im the best in this here borough
Nigga trust me I been through
Golden
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
like a job now
It wasnt nothing suck it up
How could i cry now
& you a really whiteness change
When its your time
Boy its our time now
We going
I can't seem to shake these drugs
I been on it tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely
And I love that even though I'm just chasin',
Selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy nathan.
Watch out all you rappers cuz they finna let 'Crae in,
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour
That's happenin' at twelve o'clock tonight
Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass
sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot
you ready
Married to my smith n Wesson
Finna give y’all boys a lesson
Boy don’t sweat know you not clutching
ABC ain’t yo discussion
Catch em
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