Lyrics:
look in my eyes
Parts of me, parts of me
Parts of me you will never see
And they'll be here 'til the end of me
End of me, let them in
Do you hear them
of the nation
Just hand me the ball Ima score like Walter Payton
point to all my hoes in the crowd with jubilation
Can't get rid of me, you'll see my face
Which has the power to
Help shape your reality
If you view everything through
The lens of fear
Then you tend to stay in retreat mode you can
Just
I'm not sure bout anyone else
I like when I'm with you by myself
I don't really care bout no fake shit
You know I hate people taking my time
Making me
looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack
We like "Who knew, who knew?"
Used to look at me like "who you, who you
1 Man Army fuck niggas can't harm me
Don't even alarm me
Its AMG bitch
I put my problems in my pocket n I tuck 'Em away
'Cuz if I let shit get to me
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
a better price than your little plug
You could lose your life, catch a fucking slug, plotting on a balling-ass thug
I stay with the pyro on me cause ain't
it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse
Let me put this Walter PP all in ya
a trombone
Listen up, let me tell you all a story about this kid named Maury
He was bad, but some shorty saying that he got that swag
Chained up, diamonds all
get a holla
For my niggas Chasin them dollars
I'm getting old money now I started poppin my collar
They done let me in the game
Let's milk the shit like
for the bitches to not see I can not swim
Let me play with your body I'm sure you gon' be eased
Allow me to be incentive in your cerebrum please
Don't
Cherry on her lips from what you mixing in the Sprite
Powder through the funnel like i’m Walter fucking White
Baby want me to hit her but don’t know if I
possess any advantage over us
In fact, we think you are liars
He said, O my people, tell me, if I have a clear proof from my Lord, and a mercy has come
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
finishing in last place
Hit a turn do the dash it's a drag race it's a drag race
Run through hell with me
If I broke bad like Walter White would you kill
you down for the trend that yuh set
c wonder if you hard ears a wonder if you deaf
Me send for Ronaldo to rise my assets
Square plus volley goal in
convection stoves
Let me be, left alone
Vibing out in privacy, aligning to a different song
Spending time in silence cause I'm trying not to lose control
Mind
it don't strike me as funny
Been too good to you
I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom
Betcha gon'
a frenzy, so pop me in your benzi
You dig it? get wit it or get your melon splitted
If you ever try to combat, sir walter moves the king
We got the illy
a frenzy, so pop me in your benzi
You dig it? get wit it or get your melon splitted
If you ever try to combat, sir walter moves the king
We got the illy
out the jects but still feel it in my bones
Look me in my eyes you can see a Nigga home
The pain I was dealt on Riverside bro
Grind, get it in 9 to 4
this, you hear me
Yeah, all day
Jump
Slide
Slip
Hoes
In the back room
While you on the road
(While you on the…)
And the
Coast
Costra
Feeling like poster
your ear Rest In Peace Craig Mack ima give em' more, if you try to interfere got the 9 millimeter ima let it blow, yo flow getting old I swear to god
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