Lyrics:
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
hurts (oh oh)
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise
in here
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Asshole by nature, tell them bitches remember
I'm a hunnid
that I'm a Bentley consumer
I get pain, yo' I cry like you
I get sick, I could die like you
I used to hate my broke days with a passion
you and me.
It doesn't matter what you think
We're just a bunch of freaks on Fremont Street
Underneath the Big Vista Trinitron
I Stand in my circle
Yeah I heard that nice guys never finish first they always finish last
Unless he got 100 Million dollars then they coming fast
Even if he get 100
hotels with them hourly rates
I do big plates eight times a day
The crew be livin' large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now I'm
Uh, uh, uh
Hey
Uh, break it down, big batty, here to rock the party (c'mon)
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Do what I must, ooh, what
alone
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Just me til the casket drops
Not a day goes by where I don't
that mirrors the reflection of a man
I won't pretend to be, amazingly, I survived the past I can't deny,
I'm too tired to try apologized a million times,
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
I'm bout to wreck the game
And take the game for all I can get
Hunnit percent grand champion I hit like a pit
Ima be hustling til the day I die
You
(Aughhhh D-Boi Beats)
You betta watch it if you're runnin' up (yeah)
Keep it jumpin' like double dutch (skrr skrr skrr)
Daresha gotta big ole' butt
up
Millions makin' the mountain, that's us
Dive in that bitch like Scrooge McDuck
Bomb weed for days years to be exact
We ain't never runnin' out
We
I'm sick of this shit dawg, I'm tired of bein? broke
I wanna live like da rich folks
I want da house with da big boat
I wanna wake up one mornin?
This shit a dirty game
Most my niggas got dirty ways
We was ridin round servin da town all day we was ridin 30 days
Tryna figure out how to make
And new releases!
My heart broke into a million little pieces
When I walked in that day and
Saw the sign that said
You'd be closed for a really
Really long
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Fostering their shame on faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
Not your average joe that you see every day
There's millions of sheep but only one aray
There was a time I went and faded away
But now I'm back bitch
Keeping it one hundred
Fucking up your function
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing
Crops with
the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
Plus I need a ? to cap one off
My killa raises ?
wants the killas be killas
But though, I'm the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a.
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
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