Lyrics:
Damn I got platinum on both of
My wrists and my pinky
And my album went platinum too
Man you know I'm a stunt'
All these other rappers, look
(New
to Bed-Stuy
Askin' all them questions, I'ma give yo' ass the Fed-Eye
10mm on me, try to rob me, you a dead guy
Bitch, I can't eat the pussy, I might wake up
kilos)
I could get you killed
That's gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs)
Where you from? I be on the
East Side of that
with you
But it's codes to them streets and I ain't qualified for that
On the real I'm just qualified to rap
Purp was about to rob a little nigga named
M&M's
Got them chocolate drop eyes
Every time she walking by me she be dropping my eyes
Down low down low, she drop it low
Yeah she Glowy like my final
man half to death, rob him, then we break out
Get off on the Clove Exit, knees dirty, chick kneel with low leverage
Watch it how she lick the head
for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mama's Visa
You in the club breathin', that Ten X, you
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
like Red Head or Mookie
Wrote my album while on my lunch break up in my hooptie
Eighty degree weather under beads of sweat
I wanna quit so bad but I need
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Losing my head, losing my mind
All of the times that I wish that we spent
Up in the hills,
got Chanel on her
Hit a lick, then I hit the mall and blow a bag on her
At the crib, she drop down so fast and throw that head on me
Number one, yeah
by myself, cause I know the streets
I can't trust nobody, choppa right beside me
I'ma catch a body, I'ma catch a robbery
If it's money on your head
their own babies
Carry my memory until if fades away
My mother came to visit me, yesterday on my birthday
She laid a single rose on my head stone
cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd
'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I
or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga,
to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said that was just
What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes
[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker
What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes
[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker
to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch!
Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik?
I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin' it
Slangin' narcotics,
for callin my homie name
[Chorus I (2X):]
Why my homie had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry
[Silkk]
Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
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