Lyrics:
'm sorry I wasn't right for you
You know I ain't that type of dude
You gon rob my heart and steal my mood
Sheesh
Deliver that shit like Uber eats
I can't fuck with you niggas
I think I'm above you niggas
I got the master plan
Popped a tab to know who I am, and how to run up my bands
Dollar by
A little bit like the boy who cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right
AND I’M SELECTING RICK AND ROB TO PRODUCE AGAIN.
ENSEMBLE:
WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED?
HE PICKED THE BEST,
THOSE THREE AGAIN.
LEVI:
THEY HAVEN’T FAILED ME
be the baddy b, I talk queen nick
Cause I hit them
I'm going stupid slow motion
I get these crowds in commotion
And by the end of the night, yo ass
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up
and get on top hat
Aye go tell that lil rapper or who ever the fuck he is in Louisiana
Stand down he know he ain't bout that
Clean up on 38th
Youngin with
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
ways
True say I ain't tryna change those ways
We used to rap by the park
Knew that I'd glow in the dark
Tell 'em I'm back in my ways
Somebody ring
my composure
I'm like Gotti, Rolls Maserati
Those who don't know, better ask somebody
Sport Versace to the toes, and every playa knows
That sometimes
ock from the store
Rob from the rich and I give to the poor
Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw
Been fresh... RIP Uncle Phil
Always played Tommy, ya'll was Phil & Lil
and I'll get back with
you as soon as I can
(Rob One)
Yo wassup Rhett, it's Rob One. Damn! Remember those
records I borrowed from you the other day?
I feel a change coming don't talk homie live it
It's 'kinda strange I feel I might not live to see it
The secrets being pulled out the archives
Black
repping Christ
Gotta keep pressing on
Double the METs
An effort getting those excused but I'm successful see
My moments been here
Not hanging by a thread
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you
I'm Living Off Xperience
So you could Walk Witt Me
Gangsta and a Gentleman
Watch how you talk to me
Kiss tha Game Goodbye
'Cuz I got the hawk with me
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
slow
Clownin' each others on the damn talk shows
I don't want to house but I gotta stick and rob
I got a disease, it's called "Can't find a job"
sipping on my forty
Reminiscing about the times
I spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will
to go, no one to call, I blow my heat by my loan
Street soldier, never sober, RP Lee, Molly Roll
You switched on me for no reason, never call me lil' bro
I
Lumumba in Congo
Before he was sold by his own people and murdered
Those children of Africa who fought in Rhodesia
Alongside Tongo Gara
Those who were
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