Lyrics:
Maker's Mark that's what I make of it
Am I real friend or enabling
Don't Fuck with God's plan, I'm afraid of Him
Imma' just step out for sure, see who along
it all goes by real quick
You can't buy happiness
But you can buy dirt
You can buy dirt
And thank the good Lord for it
'Cause He ain't makin
Mark G man you know what the fuck going on
Free my niggas free jp man
Damier attire (Yeah nigga)
Couple hundred on my brother commissary tell em
By me and my motherfuckin big bro
[BG Knocc Out]
Now Gangsta Dresta can you come and wreck the set ?
[Dresta]
Yes!
[BG Knocc Out]
Now can you
like
Yeah, this that situation
I put my blunt out on the vase to keep you weighted
Hey, this that shit we makin'
I put my funds out on her face to keep
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
makin' me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you,
of the siti
Hopin' I'll be best in a milli
I was makin' it better than livid
We fed up by the sluts in the city
I won't let your opinion damage
Only care bout
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
makin' me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you,
makin' dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet
you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot
shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep
you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot
you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot
of cashhhh Rari in the
Back wit 200 on the dashhhh man I won’t
Stop makin bangas with the midi man I can’t
Stop I’m the man up in my city man I won’t
Stop
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
(Work it out) Yeah, I'm here though (Uh-huh)
That's all yall get for free....(Cheeah), God Elixir
Mind blossom in its springtime (springtime)
Still it's
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
Everyday makin' moves
Always gotta work hard
Everyday keeps pushin'
Always gotta play hard
Life goes on, life moves on
Brand new one and a brand
[Suga Free]
Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die..
Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
Indica thai, makin me high, you want
Rather just be by myself
Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk
I'm bugged out, got me tapped out
Two perc 10's and they good for my health
Ooh, I'm
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
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