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I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me 'cause they never got me
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
This sound
want a father so bad, I can't help
But break down, I break down
Can't help but break down
I break down
I never thought I'd see my mama on that
or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These bitches
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Fuck it find out the hard (come on)
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
There hasn't
need a ruler (Wow)
A big dawg, I ain't even been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Brr, brr)
And I just stirred the P's like
bet I get that 80 grand wrist
Told me we could never get rich
Now watch me ride the Chevy hit the switch
Straight ballin' like a bitch
Aye, riding
want a father so bad, I can't help
But break down, I break down
Can't help but break down
I break down
I never thought I'd see my mama on that
never look your way
You'll never ever hold the Van Lear Rose
She was the belle of Johnson County
Ohio river to Big Sandy
A beauty to behold like
Standing on the mountain looking down on a city
The way I feel is a dog-gone pity
Teardrops are fallin' down the mountainside
Many times I've been
below
Here come the rich man, in his big long limousine
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green
Here come the banker, and the lawyer
burning bright
I think I'll catch a later flight today
It's time for me to go on home
And spend a day or two down by the bay
on time out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday, play wit' my pussy day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy
his love back his heart was cold
Well, he told me his love would never end
And he sold me and I bought it once again
Shot down, shot down by lady
be on top and tryna to get there by tomorrow
See the money, bitches, bubbly, designer clothes, foreign cars
But I ain't never gonna change
Different
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind
they're as crazy as me
I might have been rich and
I might have been famous
But I wouldn't follow the dreams
It went up a mountain and
I stayed in
The man that preached the funeral said
"It really was a simple way to die
He laid down to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his eyes"
They hired
socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks
Mouth full
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
at the schoolhouse
Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Perms in my mouth, not pop out
Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah
Cartier shine
a note on the door with a joke we'd made
And that was the first day
And darling, it was good
Never looking down
And right there where we stood
Was
as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Ey yo, fuck all y'all bitches
Straight up
Any bitch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pussy
Fuck
Gucci with the big ol' gut? (Big ol' gut, huh)
Down bad, Wright Street, 901 (well, damn)
Some niggas tried to jump me five on one
You gotta stand
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