Lyrics:
My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again
Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again
Just heard about another one of my niggas dyin' again
I'm tryin'
what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like
down if my greens don't grow
Y'all know about flow
So niggas stop puttin' up a front
And give a muthafucka what he want
'Fo you end up in the trunk
ratchet
All of these fuck niggas some alley cats
You cakin' bitches, where they do that at
Call Eliantte, let's tour that
They gettin' money but I'm
My flow is on point
You get cut baby
Getting money, everyday
It ain't enough baby
Break it down, roll it, light it up wassssup
It's all about sex,
affects me every day
Every night I saw it, skeletons in my closet
Still got all these problems, I thought money would solve 'em
Blood all on the walls
I refuse to follow this degradated youth
You're talking about me, but take a look at you
Spending all the money with no control at all
Your fun is
to decide
I'm about as unstable as a carnival ride
Son of a gun, came out waving a nine
Should be taking my time
But i'm too eager fly
My self esteem like
jewelry
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes, jewelry
I want it all, I want it all
I want all the jewelry, I want all the hoes
I want it all, I
feelin' my niggas going through the struggle
QB-Brooklawn
Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know?
[Cormega]
Yo, I seen it all
G59, the misfit's
Swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time
I'm locked up
Chopper sprayin', Mack truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my
gets busy like no cornwheat
[Chorus]
I'm tryin' ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me
It's all about my family, it's all about my candy
Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now
I know what her
us to talk about
Or the gun that I got handed down from my favorite unc make you walk it out
All these dogs crack me up no real bite just fucking bark
All I have is all I need enough for love but not for greed yeah.
I was younger once this guy came to me told me about all the honey out there.
He
My my my my my my ghetto
My ghetto got pimps and pushers
And big money makers
And shakers and fakers and
All the crack makers
And they all live in
Ha ha, we get it every time
You got me on? Ohh
Shout out to all of my crew, East-West, North-South
All the continent, Europe, all abroad
a mess how we clean it had to switch whips/
Nothin coming in between this money and me
Taking paid trips/chains and bracelets round all my niggas like
does that tell you? (Ayy)
Making that money, yeah (yeah)
All the Chanel shoes, ayy
Pull up on you in my coupe (Ayy)
We shootin' the Rugers right
Out
don't ask, yeah
They shoot with no mask, yeah
All of my money is stacked, yeah
Money attack, yeah
I'm the same nigga from back then
Money keep
diamonds be dancing
My money be dancing, bitches be dancing
Walk in the club, all of them dancing
Maison Margiela, rocking Raf Simons
I’m on the block with
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
Back the bus he cussed â??Space suits! Blackened boots!
Lad, little Lad,â?? he sad, â??I've a tip for you:
See, what about me: what about her? What
the ascension of death, 'til nothing's left
The young, gifted and Black are sprung addicted to crack
All my people where y'all at cause, y'all ain't here
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