Lyrics:
This kid here all about stackin' up
Talk big here but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When it drop and the club starts acting up
I
by and it caught my eye
That ass so super fat, oh my my my
Everybody outta her life, he oh so nice
You the best thing of all times
Best thing
the ground.
And some got rich and some got poor.
But the people carried through,
So our country grew.
Still nobody who was anybody believed it.
Everybody
This kid here all about stackin' up
Talk big here but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When it drop and the club starts acting up
I
by Supreme ('Preme)
Whips on gasoline (Gasoline)
Cribs big as fuck (What?)
Sutton Sutton Springs (Haha)
We ain't stressin' a thing (A thing)
Me
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
a market now that's real knots
See I could buy time, Optimist Prime
Roll out all the dough though by the boat load times nine
I'll be robbing everybody even
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
Everybody on hush or
Im running them down
Pull up to the park with the gun
With the big scoop aiming at
Yo head leave you dead on
The seesaw nigga with
(uh-huh)
I'ma keep it real 'til the death (uh)
Never need a hand or get help (uh-huh)
Uh, you know I came in by myself
You they type of nigga get
right
Country and rap under one big night
Trucks and low riders side by side
Bonfire burnin' with the moon as our guide
Guitar strummin' bass lines
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
seems to be lost
Art comes as the big loss
While hate rules the day
This ain't no place for the weak to play
Gotta remind myself, everybody got a chance
rockin like this?
[ Jalil (& Ecstacy) ]
Well, rapping's always been around
(Well, it says that it's big time now)
Every neighborhood had its own crew
them rockin' my kicks
I'm like shit that is amazing
Last year I had a nine percent
In reading taught by Mrs. Baisden
Come a long way considering I
rappin
Everybody started back laughing
Everybody told me quit
Everybody said it won't happen
Told em rich by 24 swear fo God it ain't no cappin
Then I
was with it so when you be quiet
Now you facin twenty all by yourself
The nigga you was with man he rich as hell
Even though this story is a fairy
(Uh) I told her I'm getting big
T-Rex, his whole click mad cause
We next (Uh)
I pray to the lord
I made money just by hitting record
I move on when I'm
blockin me, cockin me
Cause I'm the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggas in blades
I got them hoes on a raid,
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be wealthy
We fixate on that green
So much it is unhealthy
If you don't got it, you fail
You're seen
cut loose
Like everybody else they wilding try to find theyself
And by the time they do they barely have nobody left over
Feeling empty and alone,
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
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