Lyrics:
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
start to hawking
All of that friendly shit need to stop it
My opps like an album, I catch 'em, I'm droppin'
I'll never spread the hint that we caught 'em
the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,
of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising
Death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising
Yo C. Laney catch ya lying
Yo C. Laney, leave some crying
wear it like a mask
Hidden by the fact of a hundred little tasks
Thrive with the time at my heels, can't catch up
Every new day's a little better than
this one for the summer
I apply pressure, when I come by
I speak the truth, you won't catch me, in a lie
Imma tell it how it is, ain't nothing imma hide
Cajun fried by rednecks just wanting some cake
I knew something was fishy when they crawled in my space Yeah this is great
Stuck in a swamp as if it's my
that, no way you can catch my format
I'm like the Gingerbread Man, moving on land
Catch me if you can, I move faster than the average man
[Chorus: x2
sight, the flight attendant catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talking 'bout, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
From the album fairytale
Circus of Sour,
Holds shows every hour,
The lion is eating the bars, hey the bars.
I was erected,
The poor man is expected
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
From the album catch the wind
Josie, I won't fail ya,
I won't fail you, have no fear.
Josie, I won't fail ya,
Give me one more chance, the day is
wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test
four months
I'm just tryna get my swag back
Probably try to catch a few kids
It's like I never let 'em ride back
Torn apart, catch me, I'm on the run
I just popped a pill
Script but still
Got me all up in my feels
Shit getting real
Hit up Samspon
What's the deal
I'm trying catch a wave
She
block motionless
Catch these niggaz stunting with that shiny wrist
You'll catch a blow from a heavy fist
My team like a D-Block shot out to Kiss
I done
by the book
Leave you wonder what I took
Leave you calling me a crook
I don’t know how you mistook
What you do as being good
Thinking you misunderstood
sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my
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