Lyrics:
I was knee high knew I had to live that high life sippin’ on that
By my pool with too many bitches handing me some Jack
And for me there's only one
shield
Tire the oceans I came here to feel fire in my heart in hopes to see real
What you gon do for me?
I see em faces scars left to reveal hide in my
bust it
They came in late
I see em walkin' down the street
They bumpin' this dope tape
Before you come around me
Lookin' for protection
I'm lettin' em
Above the law I’m the highest commander
Fuck the rules ima bend them backwards
That’s the same way that I bend this bad bitch
I reach for my waist
Disrespect me
I'm coming for your life like the reaper
You could die any day
Just be prepared for that shit
Dior the finesser
Yeah nigga I took your shit
Try
I wanna tell you a little story
It's about a guy by the name of Wilhelm Rube Lee
Works for Kewper-Liveinsin Law Firm
Guy's in the business
for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!]
1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend]
[Master P:]
Somebody musta' told these
Come home
I can't wait
Your dome
Can Break
For now, I just pretend you're by my side
You tell me what you're doing and I like high five
But just have
lowkey
Now you're tellin' all your friends that I'm different, ain't the old me
Takin' these drugs, I'm 'bout to O-D
Can't tell me that you're loyal
a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like hundred times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
She became
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!]
1
of an incredible gift
Like a 7” extended mix of Let's Pretend by Prince
But I'm not married to experience
I mess around with it on weekends
I stay ready to stay up
house street
I could not believe that more shit would happen to me
A bum looking for some fun
Throwing shit at a nun!
I could not let that pass
Stopped
a life and a living
50 Grand for my chain
Quarter mil' for my whip
10 Mil' for my house
(That's not me)
(Skepta)
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)
I never had it,
thirty fourth to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading 'bout me
And I know your girl made you mo' mad
When she picked
ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
for you to be manifested."
She said, "You
caught slipping?)
Hell no! Just trippin' off eight-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my
Cause all of them are felons who will never see a sentence for a felony
That's reserved for you and me and the extended peasantry
Cause for every felon
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
em wit you
Never sentimental you know the shit a nigga into
I'm cross-country it's big pimpin all the broads want me
I'ma do this till the law confront
some more
Yeah, yeah, uh (bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch)
The bottom ain't a place for me
I'm running to the money impatiently
In a room full
when I wake up, I gotta get to the motherfucking Benji
She wanna lay up, I wanna stay up
I gotta stop for the law try to pinch me
Getting that gwop
to move yay
You need to learn the game befo' you try to play
Cause like Calgon, them laws'll take you away
So I keep me a snow bunny, ridin in the front
be like me or try so hard that you end up in jail
I
I live what I rap I don't live my life by abiding laws
All these bando flashbacks haunt me I
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