Lyrics:
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim
to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my
magician
Smokin' on this loud baby Thicker than this 4 im sippin
Think I need K.O.D. anonymous so addicted
Walk in treat the chips like a fit
I just throw it
as fuck, uh (Gates)
One mil', two mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil', four mil', uh, I'ma keep stackin' up (add it up)
Five mil',
a minute
Three, four mil', I'ma be up five in a minute
Do I wanna sign? I'll decide in a minute
They get fifteen we get eighty-five independent
I been
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
surrounded by the turbulent faces
And in search of oasis I found rap records
earnin' the papers by whippin' halfsteppers
Don't get your GAP sweater tied in
this rhyme
Just keep it and I'm sure that
I can change your mind
There was ten whack dudes tryin
To play high post
One crew got bold and they began
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
Tossing and turning, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep
Five, four, three,
(DAMN), THEN be POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
5 5 5
MysteryMan
With the Mystery Clan
M4L
5 5
Yee
Ghost glock like me no iD
We do that boy
Fll fll fll
Ain’t no reason for iv
Dark side
5 5 5
MysteryMan
With the Mystery Clan
M4L
5 5
Yee
Ghost glock like me no iD
We do that boy
Fll fll fll
Ain’t no reason for iv
Dark side
and record from 5 to 9
Just To fund the dream by any measure
Listen man, I just trynna get paid
I don’t listen to what anybody saying
There’s a long shot for
on headstones
Got 'em all in graves aligned by names it was a family
Tried to cause catastrophe
Only brought a tragedy
Need a casket order five
One is for
Leather on the seat
Alligator on my feet
Racks in the bag while I'm coated in some Louis V
I done paid hella dues ain't nothing ever free
So I
it's on
5 Records out the range
Yeah the labels showing love
But my fans never change
So that's the reason I'm above
What they stand for
My perfection
With sad record sales won't flop (nah)
That's what you thought but I'm in that
New Porsche no box earrings chain on no
Watch (that's big) picture
two for the bitches
Three to get ready {cause I feel I finally did it
Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker
fish or maybe swan
Repo got me going going
Let's go Let's go
Got hunnid bands i won't pull up to Gold Rush
She wanna keep it a hundo and go plush
4 by 4
Carry into a new fold
Where society is going pro
Where the cons are actually as cold as snow
Season change go row by row
Till they all go blow by blow
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