Lyrics:
His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top
nigga dry your eyes
Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of loving
You wanna get back to the top, get to the bottom of this
It don't feel too good
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
the speaker down you could take all the flames
Catch me dripped out in that Louis, with Cuban link chains
If it's up then it's stuck, just like Cardi give no
Take us out the hood we gone be good
I just want the bag (Mcshane)
Ima make my way to the top yaa (Yeahh)
Ima make my way to the top yeaa
For
guarantee they'll cover the spread
I'd love to make it big
Instead I'm working for pennies at Payless
I'm laying down lyrics
But my friends advise me to say
By good willin', ho It's Ricky, yeah, yeah
Doin' this here by good willin', I'm doin', I'm doin' this shit by good willin', yeah
Doin' this here by
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
for championship rings
Now I am on top shelf all by myself
Take a look at me, I am a different type of brother
If you had me, it's a different type
old now
And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours
I'm the originator, make it then I make more, written in stone, you can't forge
You
all in, let the good times roll
And on a clear night
Who needs the headlights?
Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight
Out here the world don't spin
taking what mines
So out of my way
Throw your feelings in the garbage homie
These days you ain't really need it
All I ever need was myself I mean it
She
out the hood
But can't take the hood out me ('cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto, niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your
you slow up the pace
Your mouth gets watery
And you can't feel your face
You finally make it home
And the fun begins
You try to pass out
But here
you slow up the pace
Your mouth gets watery
And you can't feel your face
You finally make it home
And the fun begins
You try to pass out
But here
it out, no nonsense
If you tryna be my friend, no nigga you can't hang with me
I hang with niggas who gon' wanna win, so let's just keep it G
My
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
Bust it open make it clap, do ya thing lil shawty
Pick it up drop it low, do ya thing lil shawty
Call a friend see wassup, do ya thing lil shawty
Do
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
I'm sitting here writing
And fighting
Making a song a week
When people make garbage
And go platinum
See the Target
I must have it
I'm hardest
I'm feelin' up I can't feel low
It just takes hold you can't control
Just go with the flow and let it go
You ready to rock cause I'm ready to roll
with all my friends
I've never felt this bad before
I don't know if I'll make it
Don't have the strength to get off the floor right now
But I'm
a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come
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