Lyrics:
eleven homies rollin' by my side (Rollin' by my side)
From my room across the globe, now it's our time to shine (Our time to shine)
Issa cold world (Ice),
pretent my heart wasnt cold ( or to take it day by day put that gun back goes)
See i knew the choice was mine like a judge and jury
And well, see Twenty
at around $20 billion and his stake in SolarCity, which was acquired by Tesla in 2016, is worth around $2.6 billion.
Musk's financial success is the result
You see now me and my man we be stacking that cheddar
Look at us look at your world You will regret her For real
to myself
'Cause when I go out I feel like I don’t even fit in the crowd
Hidden by shades
Afraid of the stage
If the timing was perfect the league would be
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
20 Pairs of the Loubs and they each real
All my thoughts hella loud like a beats pill
Seen a thief hit my phone up like we steal
I text back nigga try
sweeping rocks
By age 20 learned to be a boss
10 years plus I’m a bit wiser
And I’m just giving Blueprints to an empire
I never wanted to be known
feed (bahk bakh)
(a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch
They're murdering we free humanity
But those we try to free from the lies the genocide they run and hide and abide by laws Designed to exterminate us
They
("No more music by the suckers")
They say love is a funny thing
But what's funny is the company that money brings
Every year my circle's getting
on the tv
And the rest of our kids well they're all busy
Damn time has flew by
I can't believe the time
Twenty sixty eight man when I say it it just sounds
Came a long way from hustling hustlers on that madden shit
Philly flow too passionate real ones was tappin in
Dreams at South by Southwest dreams
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga
With my gangster ass, twenties
I used to pinch pennies
Only Gs, I don't fuck with no weenies
My clique is sick, it
seen before,
By the way she move I gotta put her in my video.
This is Magic City, my personal fantasy world,
Where I could do whatever with my fantasy
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
I seen distruction tailgating the proud
I’ve seen careers getting muted by the loud
My vision 20/20 but I need glasses now to see
Who I am and who I
with a world war threat
The Media full of friction.
Iran Vs The US man that's a crazy opposition.
Damn i didn't see this in my 2020 vision
Nah i didn't
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
That's just crazy
You know the Kush God
The good bud
Whole world loving my style
Descendant of the Funk Doc
Meth Man B-Reals the Snoop Doggs
They all know
30 degrees outside
Twenty-four how could I ask for more
I got my deal it's getting real
I'm making cash for sure
Stuntin every chance I get because
I
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