Lyrics:
be rich or what? (Mm-hmm)
You wanna die broke or live it up?
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules
If
the moon is full.
(cnd you know that)
Play about it with my guitar
(Cause life on without you)
When I get home
(Oh)
X5 (when I get home that's if I get
Let's go, uh
Niggas mad that I keep flexin' (Okay, they mad)
Told that bitch don't play with me 'cause I get disrespectful (Don't play wit me lil'
Didn't know that years later I'll be standing on top
Living near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with
the truth
I just popped a pill with the henny, now i'm loose
If you come around, beter pass the loot
Choppa 100 rounds, going to spit at you
Did it by myself,
ya shit wacked
I ain't playing with you bitches
Yeah I been that
Yall big mad
Cause we getting racks
Them big facts
Them big facts
Them big facts
Them
flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big
flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big
play these Hoes like guitars (guitars)
Diamonds they bite like a shark
Uh-oh, uh-oh yeah I had to trap in the dark
Yall niggaz sound like the narcs
in my life after
Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick
In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich
I'm two shells from hell, you can tell I
You ain't steppin how I'm steppin Nigga no way
Hell naw
Okay
Okay
If a nigga wanna play
Then a nigga gon die today
Yessir
Rundown on a nigga
With that
posed a threat, no they can't see her
Now all I do is cash out by the way
The homies in the club, and they ashing the dank
I don't say too much 'cause
Chorus
Swervin thru the city wit a big titty bitch
Lightin up the gas homie all up in the whip
Focused everyday cause I gotta get rich
Livin
come, when they come
I said I rip some, tearin' them up, a big up
A whattup? A nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
I knock down the walls because
dues?
Can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them guitar strings?
He said boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?
Cause if your big star bound let
the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
like Tunechi
Coming live from the 504
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride the lil' Mazi' no more
Young niggas
since I've seen the white of your teeth
Been a hard year
Lucky the guitar's here
Life is just one big symphony
This life is one big symphony
This
And another thirty long years
Have gone by
You might think that I'm too old
To play rock'n'roll now
But I'm not ready to give it up yet
'Cause I'm too young
B.V.D.s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play, the guitar, gonna be a big star
Yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moonbeams home in
B.V.D.s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play, the guitar, gonna be a big star
Yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moonbeams home in
play daddy, make moves with me
I'da kept it more than real boo, can't lose with me
Heard he smacked you 'cause you said my name while y'all was sexing
you are
It doesn't matter if you sing
Or play the guitar
If you a superstar
Fancy car, really big house
I just wanna know what you're really about
Ready to die
Ed Sheeran, alone Star
Comin' out here freestylin' with the guitar
'Cause I've forgotten the lyrics of this bit right here
So I
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