Lyrics:
all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never
with the basics
Would you stay down through the trials, tribulations?
If I ain't rap, but flip burgers at Burger King
Are you down to tell your friend
(Do not trouble me)
'Cause you will see my dons from nights
Lurking and working at nights
Tryna get by, shotting the green and the white
(Do not
fuck with ya ho
By the time you start to shine boy I'll be ready to glow
So lets go I don't need to sensor my shit anymore
I got the shit under
Then I'm doing up stage, still giving 'em raw
Maintain, make money flip
I need my whole family rich
Bro just stepped out wretch
VVS diamonds drip
These niggas rate my songs, ayy
These bitches be playin' my songs, ayy
Met a little ho on Sunday
Bet I fuck the little bitch by Monday
Don't need no
about love, baby, use your logic
Wanna say the truth, fuck it, go 'head about it
Sitting by my window staring at the moonlight
Call my baby up try
on Akademiks (Pull up)
Man, I miss the Actavis
I can get it for 200 pint, I wasn't taxing shit
Chopper hit him made the nigga do back-flips
Serve a hundred
nigga pops, his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know
Twisted off the 'yac, while twisting up the pack
Used to cop it by the half P, and move
She want to walk with a Toy Yorkie like a white bitch
California lifestyle
Lay back, say that, slap this, play that
Pac 2, Dre Mac, ayy
Flip
get it if she want it
Roll it, flip it, bag it up (Yeah)
Let's fuck around in the Acura
I'mma get right to the business
'Cause I'm only here for
back
Flip the pack, now I'm back on track
'Lot of pressure and I'll never crack
Perfect my craft by collecting cash
Always cook up in the kitchen
open, I swan dive in it
I live my lyrics, all facts, no fiction
If the shit get written, then you know I did it
Sip Act' by the ounce when the Tech go
arms
I lie down
Sometimes I think of that call
A rough tape recorder
Captured our voices
Noisy stuff
It makes me smile
The world flips
A girl
for a trick
But tee'll never slip, cause I never trick my dick
Hoes try to flip sayin that I look tacky
Even though I'm dipped in a fresh pair of khakis
free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all
With a bit of a mind flip
East side, 'til I'm floating in the deep sea
[?]
Throw a rapper off of high flights, watch his body fly
His body parts flip apart down of Fleet Street
to a punk I flip
Lose my grip and act on the ill tip
And when I have to regain control
There's nothin left but a body without a soul
Of a sucker, one dumb
how the hell I keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how I've lastin long
It's the bong that I smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya want to sing
I
this shit
Real St. Clair niggas up in this bitch
Bustin' round after round 'til I empty the clip
I do my dirty and dip, so don't trip, and I flip
thing
It's just a saying that's said by the one who said it with game
From the D to the a-n-g-e-are-o-you-s Dame
Now I spelled it again but in a different
love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much
I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch
I
those simple things
Like Jealousy, houndin' me
Accusing me of things
I never did yea
And Thursday you're so in love
Then Friday comes you flip again
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK
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