Lyrics:
or the runway frail
Thick with it is how we like it in the ATL
Sick with it, pants low with a real wide load
As soon as you hit the door everybody was like
envisioned
Serve you niggas to be attentive to my scriptures
Fruits of this wisdom worth more than any riches
By eloquence all things could be obtained
I'm
by her ebony eyes
She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise
Hours later, still zoning off the moment
Happened so fast, it's over with
I had to go ily
I looked around this can't be real
'Cause I don't recognize this
Then I saw the minibar and I was like rar
Somebody terrorized it
Not
nočních můr
Oni jsou vzhůru, zatimco jejich původci spěj
Možná jsi v sobě mohl krotit kreaturu
A nemlátit kluka, možná by teď nechtěl strachy blejt
Možná
the fuck up (back the fuck up nigga)
keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up (ha ha haa)
I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then
to the top with them
They tried to stop me but I'm doing it again
And all my real friends know I'ma still keep it 10 multiplied by 10
Forgive me if I've
the hacks
We be gettin' to it up on this side
Get it split it with the gang, never switch sides
Always got a 10 or better by my hip right
Do it major that's
and feel unsteady
By the time we reach the fall I won't think or feel at all
So that if the winters rough i can smile and act real tough
By then I'll know
file,
Pool so deep, we be wildin’ for miles.
Poolside hustlin’, the night’s just beginnin’,
Money on my mind, yeah, you know I’m winnin’,
Shawties by
her can I keep it real with you
Can you be my savior
Cause I don't wanna be a playa
Come home from long days and lay up
We can take it major
Big house
We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
My pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love
So get where you supposed to and, do
What
How was your weekend?
Bet you got messed up
I miss the old days
I miss phoning you up
In the middle of some minor meltdown
Of major proportions
I
can have her back later
Boy I stay lit like a match on paper
You quote on quote real but you a undercover hater
What's a minor to a major I be colder
in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
of y'all, I admit
But I never judge a book by it's cover, mine was ripped
Look, most of y'all was a first class member
And now you're gone and it's past
heavy weighter
The soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker
The gangsta rhymer, big timer
I'm Mama Drama
[Chorus]
Uh, where my real
heavy weighter
The soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker
The gangsta rhymer, big timer
I'm Mama Drama
[Chorus]
Uh, where my real
hurting her
Cheating on me is a crazy feel
Play with my heart is a major deal
She caught me lacking without a shield
So I moved on and I found the real
I
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really
rains it pours
Only the real survive
No snakes involved
When it rains it pours
Only the real survive
No snakes involved
When it rains it pours
Only
Its doma-star the don
Where all my real people at
We trying to come up
In a real major way
Its doma-star
The money on my mind
I be the shh
The money
choice fire up them wraps
In the air everywhere catch a contact
In ya ear is real nigga contract
I swear it's realist shit on wax
See it clear, Leave ya
close the deal
Let's keep it on the real
Never understood how you managed a deal
Smashed up the town
Got money by the pound
[TQ]
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