Lyrics:
people ripped off from 6 packs,
But people are pushing their hardest for a hangover breakfast
Sounds like a wreck fast go to class and get a setlist.
I
A million times I've been down this road
Learned how to hold my own
Bread and butter just to pay my loans
I've really been through what I've told
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
run that shit up
Run it up I'm ducked wit ya slut big blunts n a double cup
I was 14 trappin off a Samsung
Reached 6 figures now I want a million
like a copper
Stoppa, stoppa, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot, G
Came a long way from back in the day
We did it
and sniffed six bumps the way
I can't stop rapping like I'ma win some
I'ma make million dollars, get a face tat
Big ass smile when they tell me that they hate
Master P:
'73 Caddie with the top dropped
Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
Who he was?
I couldn't see
But I knew one day that
of the mystified sun
65 million degrees divided by the shine's sum
Right, um, back to the angry talking
clpine avalanches vanish, bars are anti-frosted
Smashed in
a big cold world and we running amuck
And blame our parents for the reason that we so fucked up huuuhhh
Thinking back that we had no idea bout the feeling
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you
(Haha) I'm tryna get sold by Nette (It's bout time for a mortgage)
I'm on the gram. Tryna make another flip (Cash)
Million Dollar Pads. Wanna buy a house.
liquor in him every day at 6,
Silly, predictability is a bitch,
Fully, pattern had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board,
She said "this
push you away every time that I'm a wreck
I get scared to lose you cause you might love me less
I know that I'm a lot to deal with
Prolly some days I'm
better up ur pole just don't tell a thing
Loud shots when I slide by I'm tryna clear the scene
Got a Big pole like a stripper but this one got a beam
Why
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow
side tears you into Hollywood Squares
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
The blindfold cold, so you
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
I hope you can feel the texture, dyslexia
That I can wreck, so I can enter
Imagin' your body like a pencil
The mic is my utensil
Stickin' the potent
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
blue
15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
fifty million, still rappin' on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more
Of course we could never forget Biggie and young
Do you lose it all by coming last
Do your dreams come fast (NO)
People define you
By the things that they see you do
They've never lived a day of you
million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I
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