Lyrics:
cut all the time
Nigga you gotta put the whole 5 in it)
You gon' shoot me 5
Or what? Fuckin' bastard
(I know you're on a budget, but damn)
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
On the phone making plays
In the kitchen 3 scales 4 stoves no plates
Bring the pack to your house
You ain't even gotta wait
Double bags vacuum sealed
You ain't
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
you in 'em
And that's it
That's all there is to it, dawg
If you don't want to do the fucking song
Don't say you're down with doing the fucking
Like, if you're my woman then why I gotta catch you out?
And it's dumb shit, like shit you ain't even gotta lie about
And this is when I turned into
through
I really gotta set this straight
I can't confuse you
I'm running around in circles
Proving you that
I'm incomplete if I can't have
Music to Me
You
lane
Stay in our lane
You don’t gotta play safe
Yea stay in your lane
×2
No matter how talented you are your
talent is gonna fail you if you’re not
the nomad and I miss my mother badly,
I was a sideways baby, always will be.
to start the party right you're probably gonna have to kill me.
I can't be
friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See i don't
and the comfort you're under, will Replace that real love
You gotta keep what you have
If you're tired and you're down, make a choice to go rest
The family will be
feeling your vibe
You’re looking like somebody I can have in my life, yeah
So won’t you read between the lines
It’s feeling like the moment is right
But
know when you're gonna-
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know-
If I were to say that I was innocent (What)
I'd be
know when you're gonna-
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
Cause you never know-
If I were to say that I was innocent (What)
I'd be
up straight out as I'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't want to be alone like Stallone
So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout
a freak and I can feel it
You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating
You after these pimp niggas (?)
(Lord Infamous)
Bitch please
ain't
Have faith in me ho
Pinocchio partnas are the worse kind so
I'm alone when ever you see me
In my fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by
guess it's true, you don't know what you're gonna get
That's why I'm always rolling up, Lieutenant Dan up on the set, ay
When the walls cave in
people mess up in the KVC night all time
Mi set back him up; you have the kind mi mami don't
And if I stuff ye I'll be dead; you said you had a gun
Another
scheming on leaving you leaking
Have on the ground seeping forever sleeping
While you're out hera blaspheming like heathens
Do you know what it's like be out
it is necessary
If you wanna get by, see a white man's world
Pull a black man's eyes, gotta get that green
You know what I mean, play ball, rap, sing
put your ass in a psych ward)
Your dick is small so you'll always have to stall (shit)
cndre I mean you can barely even play basketball (probably
straight
But you're already indicated (Pissed)
I can tell he's gonna talk in a station
He's got a lot to say he's opinionated
Sign to 10% if you want a 9 bar
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