Lyrics:
kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
Fuck though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow
gotta go another day another day
I smoke until I green out
'Cause I smoke by the pound not an ounce
Remember those times uh from at a young age
I started
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
second focus is the funds, green
In my city people hustle day in day out
By any means people looking for the payout
In this life people only promised one
back in the burbs
I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms
The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve
To get this money
keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon'
Darden, fuck Marsha Clark.
Taking us, when we're in the spotlight, for a joke.
Changing by the day, I see it's getting bigga in my square.
Looking
we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
Yeah, he's still in love
I just landed at your mom's, fuck is
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep game
Now in my younger days I used to sport
year is stunning
Practically gonna knock you unconscious
Reaching up my christ conscious
Man fuck that last album
We on that new out of world sound
Get
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Yeah standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
kings, got a poker face tryna take the pot
Goin' out on a limb for my dreams though it may take a lot
All I gotta do is think about the green and I'm
way, living day by day
Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
Five-O with them K-9's
Manhunt when it's game time
They was robbing the ice
The fuck is up people
The end of the album
You made it, congratulations
Just like 5 more minutes left
I'm not sure exactly how long this beat is
But
A Kid Rock album
Was my very first album
And I listened to it every day
I would ba wit da baw
And hear the chicks with beepers
And I learned
bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame,
drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi'
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
Texting me "I love you" as you were getting digged down by and old flame
At least you asked first when you preferred to win home games
Fuck it I'll let
want at my house, girl
That's my house, girl that's my house, girl
And we can fuck all we want in my house, girl
Its all cool, the neighbors done moved
the ghetto
Old school with the pipes on it
Pull up on the block, shoot dice on it (damn)
And we don't give a fuck about the polices (nah)
Got court in
head and give it up
Ain’t no debating
Shawty said she love
How I ride on the beat
UnderRated doing 1500 in a week
This my first album and I did it by
Pull up on the scene
Fuck it up
By any means
Fuck it up
Pocket full of green
Fuck it up
So fresh so clean umma fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck
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