Lyrics:
get money and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, blow off in public
And I will surely feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest
back and I need me a break
Just like a Kit Kat play with w her kitty kat
Making her cheeks clap all with a strap
She come out the trap and she do it
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
Absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, Kryptonite
heavily armed with a tank
My opponent's base is threatened, soldiers cut with shanks
Moved all my small pieces, MCs are driven back
Unable to avoid,
you my favorite nephew
Fly high like Rick and nothing can prepare you
I've seen things that scare my underwear too
I hope you got that you got that
a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all façade, but nigga just double R
See me jumpin' on stage, more chains than Mardi
kit kat
Wallet looking empty
These days
I Need my shits fat
Need the ice up on me
Like the bruins playing
My nigga you be hating
Remember driving long
Bright more than sunlight
With you by my side
Oh, how it feels so right
Smells of your coffee
The one for my tea
Guess we’re meant to be
A few
the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
one more chance
I'm like I'm not tryna be you man
The things these fellas do for romance
You can hate but you can't stop my swag
I gotta Bollywood
Conception?
Between heaven and hell
What's between heaven and hell
A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me
Okay, fucking tell these kids one thing, just
process is my favorite part
Boy the music is hot
Sounding like hbk's mastered the craft
The things that I'm saying just come from the heart
We a threat
and just kinda live it up again
So I packed up my car and then I called my Mom in Tennessee
And told her what I planned to do she said, "Son, are you comin'
What's between heaven and hell
A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me
Okay, fucking tell these kids one thing, just make sure handle your business
music blastin'
But I just can't quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not
Why blow up my
like a kit kat
Big VVS stones no nic nac's
All in your bitch mouth like a tic tac
Fourty four mag heavy on the kick back
Reach for these jewels here
we talked about this, that
Before he was elected president
People in hip-hop it was an in thing to
Put Donald Trump in your rhymes somewhere
And by
and do that Broadway dip
These are the sounds of a '85 Chevy with old 12's in the back
Rollin' on them twenties, drunk alone
I got my Nike Spurs
the park
Tic Tac boy I'm taggin these Toes you betta get back for I blast ya dome I snap like Kit-Kats when I rap it's hot you boys quit the act for you
to go
Make a few moves then a couple mo, all for my folks
All for the love, all for the music, NO
All the above
All I really want to do is stop y'all from
music blastin
But I just can't quit
Because one of these hunnies Biggie got ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot
finished by the time my time has come
Got no more days left to waste
I'm gonna give it all I got
Before cancer takes
These are a few things on my bucket
the life I used to love
Maybe things will change
Maybe it’s just these first few days
Hopefully it’s just these first few days
But what if I didn’t stay?
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
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