Lyrics:
that cash and don't slack on it
Ima spazz so don't cap on me
My tracks have no rap cap on it
Shoe string tied the big mac on me
I was trapping by my
all these niggas ain't built like me
I was down on my own I had to be strong
"When I was all by myself" I had to be Strong
"When I had Nobody Else" I
Whipped down by a white impala.
Black on black rims, ain't looking like a badder.
Windows tinted though ,put it down low, but deep down you really
line, while bustin my 9
I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration
We ain't bout fakin
We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon
They better better recognize
Body on the line this is a sacrifice
Weren’t always so blessed but we were lucky guys
Living like today is our last day
Lake Charles
Started thinking strategic, nigga how can I win
Fuck that front shit, got down on I-10
Nigga's stash spot all good, stuffing my cheese under
arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
life
Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife
Keep your combo tight
And every line so smooth
[voice]
Den why u dancin den?
Im payin my
You was talking down on me
When I️ was making bars flip
Now I️'m on some other shit
Now I'm on some god shit
No friends but I got brothers bitch
Know
Levels to this game
Right on top is where I been running
Put my lyrics on the line
No Suicide they not dying
Grew up near gang violence
Someone missing
Vibe on vibe
You know I got no time
Bars on bars
You already know I got my line
Hit her and she said I'm so Devine
Gat my own style
I'm one
the keys to my heart in my jeans
So can we make some love no strings
Roll one cause I'm tryna find peace
I look at you and I see an art piece
Say cheese
all my moves
Hanging by the string of your lead
Shit don't mean nothing cut me down
Clean when i'm moving to sound
Beam at me but it bend around
Grab
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
to make they minds up
Barbers and they line me up, ID was on the beat
It's best to shout the people out that help you get your cheese
Smokin' weed, we
I'm doing fine (fine)
Shit
Really ain't no need to hit my line
If I'm ever looking for something to take it's likely my time (mhmm)
Out the rut
(Como se mueve la clika!)
(Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
BACK ON WORK
(Uh, Uh)
Double my cash by doubling back
I’m outta the dirt
(Uh, Uh)
Back
but we never felt ya
A bad interpretation Helter Skelter
This T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welch's
Never missing a beat this be that Ari Melber
Whoa
on our ass
Put it all on down the line we trying to get the cash
They say they want that old shawty please don’t bring up my past
See I don’t make
My biggest regret, is keeping that memory fed
And I come back across the line
Send shivers up and down my spine
I gotta move on
I gotta get out my head
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
I hate to see de evenin' sun go down,
Hate to see de evenin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down,
Hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel
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