Lyrics:
know.
One of my homeboys, and we just gonna call him Junior.
Yeah, Junior got some money just for being a good kid.
He sealed it up and never even
to the game you want to see my bus,
But all the little kids want to be like us
When they get home, and turn the TV on,
Its Too $hort baby on the microphone
a promise that I'd never change
Only difference that I want to see is commas in the bank
Yeah, I got a little bit of fame, but I'm still the same
Coulda' had
I be out of pocket
We private party public I love women obvi
Ain't nobody get me ain't nobody got me
Keep everything your self it's
Probably safer
I'm a heavyweight like Mike Tyson
And I'm the king of the ring like Rocky
That's why I don't watch nobody
Got old school MCs sayin "We need some more
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
ever did was good enough for you
I suppose you expect me to cherish you
For finally helping me get clean
After years of enabling me
But I never got clean
west Wayne
I make Soundcloud rap a little less lame
I could be rich as shit wit all the times I get played
Then again I'll be big by the next tape
(Why?)
em off at daycare
It’s time for a vacation
And I’m feeling Times Square
I never been before
So let’s go see what all there
My heart got popped like
with my lips then all my actions got to prove it
Safe decision with a hooper, not a hater, I salute it (salute)
In the field for real, I ball and run
I gotta tell y’all
So I can turn the page of that chapter
The plan in motion
To kick back with some Mickeys
Wouldn’t be surprised if we got a lil sack
Golden Retriever
I'm the truth, the upper echelon and I'm always a leader
God has got me all the way, I'm never going deeper
If you compete with me just
gettin' a little blurry
Know that you gotta worry when a nigga tell you
Hey, man, don't worry
I got stabbed in the back by the people I love
How I know you
ain't got no time for no party pooper
I keeps it moving 'cause we zone out and own our own damn lane
Thirty years up in this same game, still doing our
on my body I look fucking sweet
Yea I can't die this down
Never by myself just take a look around
I been up so much that I can barely frown
All y'all hate
a lot of stress today
Let's hit the party like we just got paid
And if you really want to get away
And say yeah, yeah
Got people on your back constantly
agocate, girl I miss all the food you would cook for me
And all the little snacks you would make for me you know
I never cared what you gave to me
It gon'
always exotic, No Reggie Bush
If you want it, I got it just Text me an Addy
Give me ten minutes to get it all ready
I'ma swing by, catch a play on the fly
I'm in Prague, she's in awe
Never really seen a black man with charm
Hopped in the cab and we off to the bar
On the other side of town where
new estate,
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects,
the key shit
I know too much to talk a lot
We boxing in the parking lot
The cops just killed the skating session
Now I think the vibe is off
Guilty by
all
Been homies since day one
If I ain't have it and you had it never asking for once
If we had a problem you'd retaliate with a punch
Look how it ends
we all gone feast
Nobody in the squad weak cause we all some beast
And if one of us chew then we all gone eat
And if anybody swing then they all
boom to the moonlight
And all we ever really wanted was a little bit of something in the stomach and a bundle For the fire
Came in the game with a name
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