Lyrics:
guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter
mama she don't live at home, I bought her Rome
Thick thigh little pretty ho
And I be getting high when she getting low
You should see her hips slide when
greatest hits
Got my greatest hits
Is this band, makin' money? I don't know
The writing on the wall
All my friends drink alcohol
I'm too drunk
greatest hits
Got my greatest hits
Is this band, makin' money? I don't know
The writing on the wall
All my friends drink alcohol
I'm too drunk
Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost three thirty five
No
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
Take a chance, win or lose
Don't ever give up on the life that you choose
You've gotta hit 'em like a freight-train comin'
You drop the pedal with
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
oh, oh, ah, oh, oh, ah)
"You promised me you would never change"
(Ah, oh, oh, ah, oh, oh, ah)
Well alright
Uh
I live by some advice this girl
wanna hit twice
If I hit twice, wanna hit three times
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write it, put it in a song
All my real fans,
until my fingers hurt
I hit my target, uh, I up the margin
What they on? You know how Nas do, don't get me started
Chic, sleek, and snazzy from a small
the opportunity to be
Considered a loser i don’t
Understand it bro i
Don’t understand when the biggest album
Or the biggest video
I still don’t understand it
I been
Sedated by hi-tech
Wants fame on a plate
Though water flows round rocks
Its path don't deviate
You can do better than that
Hit me again and give it
where the sun meets the sky!
I am a doctor,
I'll be your doctor,
I'm on my way,
And you won't come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with
the
inspiration to the song, and out of that came NOTB, and outta NOTB came the album. Hahahaha. Wonder
what the wife looked like? Hahaha, Jesus. I don't know, it's
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
where the sun meets the sky!
I am a doctor,
I'll be your doctor,
I'm on my way,
And you won't come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
EV''RYTHING PASS YOU BY, YOU'RE ONLY HERE ONCE
AND I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN MOST OF YOU."
SO STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO BUY THIS ALBUM,
SO I CAN PLANT ROSES
where the sun meets the sky!
I am a doctor,
I'll be your doctor,
I'm on my way,
And you won't come down today,
Live by the rat race,
Been with
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