Lyrics:
want designer things, but please don't get me wrong
I run my bread up, got my check yeah, I did it by my own
Knock knock, who is at the door?
Is that lil
brothers Sm mother fucking G
You gon make me turn it up again please don't temp me
Never sliding by myself know the gang always with me
Moving fast trynna
you no lie livin' by the
Strugglin' rulez
Gotta do whatcha gotta do that's it
We strugglin' who givez a damn man 'bout
This down and out chick
My head
up, hands up
Hands up, hands up
Pulling the tulips up by the roots
Shakin' off the dirt to get a look at you
Throwing heartache onto the flame
getting strangled
They call me, Jack The Ripper when I'm off the liquor
I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in Ebonics
If you want it, you got it
But you
you in all that black, and you know ain't talking about that dress
Girl best believe I'm talking about the best: MELANIN
Feel so good rolling off
a five, gotta stop you know i try, it’s jus this bitch and i, she askin where i was last night? groupie hoes by my side, my boys gon slide in five
with Roilty
Had commissions up in the villa.
In my Salmons smokin' some Rivica
By the river,
Focused on my vision,
It couldn’t be any clearer.
I just
my mind on my bread,
And my bro gon' be aiming at your head
If you try, to stop the vision yeh
.......
It's sad that I see my choppa by my Bible & I
the dark
You’re the only pattern in the chaos of my heart
Get your systems down
Get your systems down
You tried a regular life and it tore you apart in
Old days
On old Jane & Weston Road
Livin off of dem noodles
I was sleeping on the floor
Can't even count on my hand
The times that I've been broke
em' by playing dumb, yeah I'm an actor too
A bday suit the oldest fit hoes rock it like the fashion new
I'll rock designer for the times they made fun
the stu
Lately, I've been lost up in my head, off the shrooms
All I really know is get the bread, I can't fuck with you
feelings in my head, had to take
V T, chains swinging
Dubai palace, gyal on her knees, birds singing
Off balance, bitch lookin like ET, phone ringing
I'm the malice, get the referee,
an insect bitches flee
Hoes be runnin I'm becoming baddest bitch to ever be
Sexy bimbo know the lingo,
Not a hoe but i'm a Nympho
It be soakin test the water
finish the song
You can't wait for a handout
You can't do it alone
You can't even freestyle off the dome
We do this in our sleep
We got no time to weep
We
hear a nigga on the regular
And you want Ciroc by the shoreside in your olive green bikini
Dread the fact that when it's over, all you have from it is
closed
And they just stand there watching
Taunting like rabid dogs
Enough is enough now
Revolt should take its toll
Chorus:
Under the moonlight
I see
own
Cause you came in by yourself so you're leaving all alone
Until then for me im just gonna burn it up
Mother fuck the rookies all the way up
Fuck it Siddartha
Get back to your senses
And she was special I'll admit
Getting down to our favourite jams
Bumping Nas in the whip
When I was by her
my drink
Two shades of lipstick on a doobie
Two cuties with stains of lipstick on they booty
Im movin and groovin
Clicquot and Remy by tha jaccuzi
This
go dot com
That's why I move discrete like the hustlers that I knew
Professional by day I'm the rap claire huxtable
Meet me up at mgm that's nine-five
out the bottle all night
And I can see it in her eyes she barely getting by
Got the bottle on the bathroom floor
Party with the girls next door
Phone
an unforgivable teen
It ain't difficult to me I smoke minimal green
I drink mineral lean I'm talking bout the Protein
And I'm influenced by the music you ruined
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