Lyrics:
I made an EP
1 pound cost for 1 CD
Spent my profit on Nisa sweets
Where would I be if this never occured?
Staying at home and analysed words
Something
Yeah you can hate but I'm still innnish bih
cll by myself but fur real in this bitch
Same niggas talkin the one that gon switch
* Regular Glock
the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin'
'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
Aye, title this outro
This finna be the outro to the album
Uh
Everybody like Khi why you rap, that ain't how you do it
Promise you I'm hard, just
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
To Blessed to be stressed ya
To Blessed to be
Stressed by the devil
Trying to go up the
Stairs to my level
Well he can try
All he got
But God and I
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for
young to make money while I jog
Taught young to pick a 10 bagger in my sleep by bob
Only way end up with a 10 at my feet
If she sucking on my meet like
the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed
Than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker
In three ways
Let's sell a whole ki' in three days
her at the W (W)
Go get some, talk to another dude (W, W)
Young nigga rich as he ever been (ooh)
Might cop a crib in the Netherlands
Gang! gang! gang!
a few guests with me
And uh today what we're gonna be talking about
Is we're gonna be talking about how these young people in the genres of like
Hip-Hop,
and a nigga forever rich
But pussy will never cost
Because a nigga forever pimp
Cuz we were rather taught
By a nigga named Pimp and Bun B from Port Art
So, this
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
music flowing though his viens, he’s got peace and love for you
I’m balderdash Chris Hull, I'm the singer for my sin’s
Strum guitar, play harmonica
True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil mama
When I gold this album
Oh I'll be back to get my position eyahhh
You know I'm just a flight away
If you want it you could take a private plane
(woo)
craft has been perfected
I just need affection
Emotionally, I'm a introvert but it comes off as aggression
No one understand me and everybody can't be
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
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