Lyrics:
on the simplistic
You think I'm fucked up, but I'm being realistic
I'd rather seize the day, one by one
I got to much ta say, feelen bright like that sun
Wake bake up
Different bitches every night, just make sure you gone by the morning
I ain't been living right, that's why I'm thuggin by my lonely
It's been hard
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
rest in peace
At the age of twenty-three
Pete sakes, got us locked in
Mind frame like it's boxed in
Palace jacket match the army fatigue
I chuck a P
know
I got a question what's that?
Have you noticed on Instagram
You always see G
Perico's name in all the girls comments?
You mean the number one Home
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
down she say she like the big one, meet her right now do you know I gotta get one?
To give me brain like a G, she loves my hair pressed like
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway
The flyway hey bitch you goin' my way?
Now I got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin' her
hat got me lookin' like Pops
But that's cool, 'cause, I'm mackin' anyway
'N your females my prey
'N I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D
Sista we
You know the other side of the pillow never felt this cool
I pity the fool and that's why
I'm so gangsta and it ain't even funny
Got my money on my
[Chorus]
5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?
Ha ha ha.
To thug or not to thug?
To G or not to G?
See that's the question.
Every time
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
bet you shed a tear
(Y.G. Lil'Nyne) I'm in my bag too cash sticcing to me like gorilla glue
Who is this nigga and who is you bitch you got my money
feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play, you better know I got
talking about justice
I’m like bet that - he like just us
You know, Rock and Roll, that was some shit Chuck Berry came up with
The rock and rollers don’t
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
if you wanna get
A verse from me
Make a diss track if you wanna
Get a hearse from me
I got the gift already so
I fuck bitch ass dick
Shit if you wanna
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
even if I don’t know anything I know I’m gonna get the bag
I get the B.A.G
Michael Jackson wid it I be B.A.D
Looking at the leng ting with the T.A.T
I
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