Lyrics:
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
bitch I’m from the slum
When that money coming in you see how records get expunged
When your bail two million dollars ain’t no going on the run
I don’t
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
j't'ais au Texas
Hypnose Star, Project Pat, fuck une Maybach
Pour l'studio, nous économisons
Texte maudit tah Necronomicon
J'en ai rien à battre à qui tu
Cause if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!
We from a town where
Astronomical
Million dollar body
(Wooh) thats bionicle
Yea its times to go
Where you wanna go
Pull up to the scene bihh
(Yuh yuh) join the team
not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't apologize
[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick
color comes with you
[Pusha T Verse]
Baby let's it pour it up
Let them galardo doors up
Pat eve for them louis as soon as the tours up
The million dollar
Into them sound clash see winni'n them, just begginin' them
Get rid of every bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In
Drizzy
He gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was praying I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
Ayy, Pab, pass me a pack of Newport right quick (QRN)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a little stressed out right now
Pass a couple hundred grand, two
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
Hi, it's Andrew reporting for KRAM
First on the news, football went ham
Gavin and Myself doing a project
We need a story or we will get wrecked
By
on they position
But I'll still get it bruh
Pushing tapes like weight
Twenty two to twenty eight
Million dollar mind state
Billionaire dollar fate
Either
fifteen cent used to get us before we had to make a dollar out it
From quarter grenade juices to pocket rockets
Only way to master them p's, was to be bout
I’m realistic/ You won’t truly understand until you project it/ put yourself in other people’s shoes if you can’t do it/ then thats fucken pathetic/ n
the same shit go on in her brother house
[ghostface]
You know mooney is only a buck o'five wet
He only had two hundred dollars worth of shit
And the kids
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud
cause we're co-defendants
Got my back, got your front
From the start to finish
Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
[Shyheim]
I'm a N.W.A. with
dollar dreams
I'm livin' lavishly
Yea that's all me, n***a
Yea that's all me
Ferrari California with the red seats
Rollin' California by the OZ
geschossen, er kommt niemals mehr lebend raus
(069, 4-2, OBB)
Vier Kanaks, vier Eisen, Drive-by ausm GT, du Fotze (pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
(Cruisin' down)
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