Lyrics:
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
feel like I don't got nobody
I just feel like it's me vs. the world type shit
I feel like I ain't got nobody, that shit hurt inside
Sometimes I wanna
Money ain't a thing 'cause I came from nada
Down to broke with you, that's a real partner
For better or worse, you got somebody, better hold on (hold
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get
street {every street}
But da fuckin' narcotics say I got death on me
Niggas they try to rebel me {shiid}
But it's motivation
I'm a keep gettin' money
Hey
Dancing at Davey Wayne's
I can't hear a thing but thats okay
Make like a chocolate cake
I'd lick the frosting off your face
Jamie's cryin
I
through alotta shit...
You know i'm sayin...
Yeah...
I never let the game go, I got it from the trill
They call me by my name, so it got alotta feel
playing pool I'll end the game with an 8-ball
She think that I look like Drake, I feel like Lil Wayne
Bitch acting extra, got the Denim jacket to match
I ain't never had shit n
All i just want is be
Rich, n, no i don't fuck Around lil snitch n
Lil Dave got hit up by bitch n
NBA, TBG, be the team, n
parked a new whip, lil bitch it's a tank
Got me smoking on gas, it's a new strain
I'm upside down, man this is so strange
Just gotta new glock w the red
A lot of niggas come from the streets, not too many gangsta
A lot of niggas shoot they heat, but my lil' niggas'll spank ya
A lot of niggas out here
out, I pull my scope out yea lil' nigga I'm adjusting my lens
They say "ace hate everybody"
They say "that's why you don't got no friends"
Yea I really
Kiss my lil' daughter then hop in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
Syndrome is a fear
That inner-city residents have of they own peers
People in they own community
Usin' a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93
[Chorus:][Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
Niggas wanna play Gangsta
This ain't the life I chose Life I chose
A decedent of a Gangsta
Live and die by the code Die by the code
Every move I make
.223 (Ugh)
You ain't gangsta you ain't with that shit you say you with (You ain't no gangsta)
If I pull up with my bro's you know we got them sticks
on me, that's where I hide the blicky
These rap niggas making me laugh like Lil Dicky
You play with lil Steuwop, it's gonna get tricky
No Lil Wayne, no
that dropped the dime
Bitch, please, 6 G's, every month, cold cash
You done fucked around and got a
Nigga dipping in the stash
If I'ma catch a case
You
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
a shovel by her feet
I know it's infatuation, you fell in love with the high. I'm trying to be the one that saves you and brings you down from the sky
But I
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
All I
a play girl, down around the way girl
More than okay girl, help me get my pay girl
(I need a gangsta bitch, not a wanksta bitch
That's down to ride, but
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
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