Lyrics:
Mitch
What's in that, bag?
14, bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Used to be locked up, with the dude that slapped
today ain't what they used to be
Is that so hard for you to see?
Simple things can make you happy
This I know we've all been told
Don't be blinded by
yo-yo-yo, yo, yo)
Used to sell it all night
Virgil owe me a percentage of that Off-White
Take a nigga bitch out of spite
I'm every bitch type
I'm
Every city I'm known
Plus my bank above average
So I can't get mad if
It ain't no secret (got what)
I'm the Prince where I'm from
She want be my
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
the television
Not confused between a puppet or conviction
Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom
It ain't what it seems when it's a single
fucked C-Murder
And I'm a motherfucker dick
That's Platinum and Gold
It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught
The game is cold
("I'm goin' in they
forever more
Silence so deep only my soul can hear
Says now the past is what I fear
The future isn't what it used to be
Only today is all that's
Now tell me what happens to the way things used to be?
'Cause in this game, there'll be no future, G
When will all of y'all learn
That if you're
far, ain't no stoppin' us
Who knew? Who knew that we would take it this far?
I, I love you so just be who you are
Who knew? Who knew that we would
get out the west end
For my whole life
I've lived down in the west end
But it sure has changed here
Since I was a kid
It's worse now
Look what
Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh)
But it's too late, it's too late
She's gone
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You
Every night at the club
Ain't no wife at the club
That Jesus he be showing me love
They said I wasn't gon' make it kirk
I know how that sound
It's
I'm up tryin' to be the best MC'in'
Now let me in, I got my key in
And with them alphabets, I never used P-E-N
But I gotta lotta paper
But a lot
arms)
Her daddy saying this ain't right, to her it can't be wrong
(Baby, if we hold on a little while longer 'cause the love is so strong
You know that
bricks for forty thou
Find me in St louis
You're blowin' on some kiki
Tokin', what's it to you?
Nicki Minaj, she the future
Fresh outta Jamaica, suitcase
the future
Knowin' that my journey yo will never be over
I already told ya with them loops that we flowed ya
Knowledge, wisdom, and experience can mold ya
bolt
What it is though, I know what it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the bank
Check my check stubs, b**** it's Mack Maine
Young money up and runnin',
motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waitin' outside for your ass for like a fuckin' hour
I don't know what's goin' on
Motherfuckers tryin' to rob me, you be
tearing up the Martin
Call me Mr wrecking ball the way
I break them walls in
Fuck niggas and bitches ain't Shizzy a dope
Used to have weed
Now they say
Unless you join in the spirit of the night
The wine ain't rare, the folks ain't square
You'll be glowing like a neon light
Give my regards to Mr henry-Lee
Yeah, yeah
I feel you
They underestimate me
Future Hendrix
Stunna man what it do now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo!
Even I look at my diamonds
Sometimes
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
make it on a plane now?
It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on
(Through the fire, through whatever, come what may)
You can't be serious, man
(For
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