Lyrics:
and said, "Wow" (wow)
A 100 mill in ten years, now I'm thinkin' right now
The last three years, my main dawg been on the run (damn)
My lil' nigga right
like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin' till the page inkin'
My 16
alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded and I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
every day now I
Got money for years had to go and get a bag
Got tired of mama crying tears
Had to take over the wheel gassed
It up and switch the gears
still coming up correct,
I done pinched what was drop started runnin up a check,
Hundreds stretched payin bill when my Mama was a mess,
Who the fuck could
it started on one coast
Coulda stopped in '86 but I knew that you would want more
I'm on the throne in a place some niggas won't go
Don't get it
on her face as she opened the door
Was like an old joke told by a friend
It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her smile
And I watched the corners
and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek,
keep sippin'
Dirty AK with the beam on it (Dirty!)
Clip so long I could lean on it (Long?)
Free my niggas locked behind bars (Free 'em)
Moved a hundred
for the ride (for the ride)
I tell these niggas that I listen, but I lied (but I lied)
Nah, I don't care what you've been thinkin' on your mind
You
What could I done different?
They say that I'm blessed but I'm failin' to see what the gift is (see it)
Drivin' by my lonely, ayy
Thinkin' about my
Yeah,They getting mad, I ain’t even start yet (start yet)
Started in the back, now I’m all up in that bag...
Know we gunnin for cash it ain’t done
I thinkin
It started we driving 22 honestly I thought we were just chilling
Telling me all these things bout these other dudes if I'm honest
'ma run to it
Shootouts every week, that shit was just fun to it
In my childhood, knew I was an entrepreneur
Took a hundred dollar bill, turned one into
know you thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I
got some scars on me (you know)
Just gettin' started, you don't really wanna start with me
It's John Q, I would sacrifice the heart in me for family
’m up, I’m up in the bank gettin’ paid
Question mark, question mark
Whatever you made on your job last year
Multiply that by 10 and
I'm spend that
It's a hundred pounds an hour
Or two hundred for the day
I'll take cash or credit card
I don't mind how you pay
It's a funny kind of business
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
tears
It seems like the journeys done after a hundred years
I walk up the steps
The stairway to the mountain top
As the altitude climbs
The air breaks
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
if, what if I started lyin'
And stopped apologizin'
What if I, I flipped the script
And acted just like you
Be no apologizin'
We never stopped
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat,
when
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