Lyrics:
Rollin up doobies ah yeah who tryna match them?
Sittin' ducks ah yeah I hope that they don't pack them
Wasn't built for it ah they not lasting
No I can't
the third wheel (Tell me)
Now everyone is sealed since the pain is to them unreal
Baby, hate me, hate me, that's what I'm used to
I thought I knew who was
I got produce on me, product on me, lots of veggies, molly rollin'
Got shit ready by the corner, I be on my lonesome
Fuck it it's a party, it's
you know that I really do hate texting
Girl, why you checking for me
Don't send that message to me
I'd rather be all by myself before I be a dummy
know who I be writing for
Another song another beat let's do another take
I try to show my other side but now I'm fuckin fake
Fuck it, it only got
don't make money in your sleep
I made 10 bags just by counting sheep
I love the colour pink, in love with queen
Don't need fake friends so move away from
might
Skit off in the city everything shine right now ain't pretty
It look so good but it still get gritty
My friend got murked like who killed kenny
repeating
Been in rhyme since 1999
Seen so many who Be Kind Rewind
And become Big in biz by being Shyne
I'm just tryna B Boi 3k mine
The Love Below my Speaker
because I need me a tour
I need a house preferably by a lake
Couple of cars and jewels did I mention
I'm just practicing the law of attraction
I'm just
making em mad again
Loss after loss
Still I prevail thru jungle
By getting this cash again
Mind over matter
I'm locked in
Im giving u something think
Eye balls in ya face enthralled by the way
Champagne wit da cake dat was baked to ya taste
For dem hoes who wanna hate while
I'm drippin flava
And i'm
I was chilling, waiting
But then I was activated by the Holy One who sent me then I had no limitations
I just came into the knowledge of the truth
to perpetrate
Sit at your table like they ready for a dinner plate
Aint made a contribution
At like they same you in
Who in yo kitchen dishing that product by
dime and get a bag
I toke the fie fie fie and burn it down
Can't let nothing slide by i gotta make it count
No bitch
I ain't wasting no time cause i
of the kinds of ways
You stay
Creating shit using the bare minimum
Shifting mind modes with the momentum of a pendulum
Define goals by your dreams, you learned
the feds eating bologna (Free em)
You can catch me by my doley
Zo a nigga fore he zo me
On the block 9 to 5 niggas acting like they know me (They don't know
I’ll be ok because ya boy never fail
Hit my phone when you all by ya self, yea? Yea
Now ya know I got nothin' else that's on my mind but you
(So tell me
playing Boy
G shit live and I die by and I stand on it
Whole lot of peeps to feed, why the hustle I’m staying on it
Foot been mashed on da gas
For a long
of profanity
Probably pushed back by my lack of quality earshot , hard of hearing
Running my route, thinking it's a touchdown but Ramsey manning me
Play gon
furnitures from his parents house
And sold it in a cash express store
Just to pay his debts in the street
I had a homie who was constently stealing in his
excitin' the riots
And they gave a fuck who was dyin
I'm ridin' the alone
Nobody with me
I turn a 10 to a 50
My niggas is gifted
Pull up like Christmas
I got
outside run on
And don't come back in until you
See the street light come on
And go soak up some sun rays
Who said we can't sun bathe
The sun out on Monday
just a piece of your dream
And that's all I'll ever be
Till my end, eternity
Think by then they'll heard of me
Until then I murder beats
They for
Me and my Niggers we want to ball
We ready to ball
The party too de dull
Yea
Hustle made the boy to a man
Streets man a boy who was soft
Stronger than
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