Lyrics:
Ronny J, please turn me up
Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I
Ronny J, please turn me up
Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I
of shitty homeboy, this is weak
I gotta get a twenty to get me through the day
Because you all know I love it when I feel this way
Without my ride ese how am
mangle then it will dangle
started the fire if lighted the candle
This is how big bizzness get handle
Ah wa di bloodclaat ah wa di raated
Could of been
She never took the train alone
She had a big one on her own
She always took me by the hands
And said she needs me
She never wanted love to fade
to the bank
Withdraw every dime leave the
Bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got
Broke with cash but rich from my rock
Ingenuity
commin from this westside
livewire, keep ya boys safe from this drive by
bullshit you not
I'm out to lay them bodies on the ground
Muthafuckin imitation
a rapper's new Bentley coup
I'm done with fake love and the fake ties
I got niggas scared to cross me now like state lines
Like I said my shooters shoot, hit
and flipping the strip tease
Went from fig leaves all the way to big cheese
Never got on his knees for the love it won him
from couple of brothers, Lewis
The aim in life is to get rich or die tryin'
Started fast then settled in for the long game
All money is good money whether small or the big face
Used
a stairway
There we were, packed in there
Without women, without cigarettes
Without anything to drink
While the rich pawed away
At their many choices
sumn
man I'm from the rich and I'm puttin on
got alotta homies that are dead and gone
never made it off the curb side
big bank bringin birds by
copped
click click
Big whips, hop out, break a leg shit
Kick that ho out and she ain't own shit
I got hella bands, bitch, I'm hella rich
New Rollie, Plane Jane,
ting
Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in
flocks
Standing by the stage, little groupie
You trivial as fuck
Thinking that a rich nigga is gonna put you on the up's
Like do that nigga really even
damn she getting big
In the islands thinking bout my mommy I wish you was here
Always told me put my faith in god and put my pain in lyrics
Looking
And that's by design
Sometimes it's dark clouds
Sometimes it's sunshine
Between love and hate
There's a thin line
Small minds take shots you dreaming big
Don't
a rich nigga
Bitch I be rollin' like a stoner like I'm Vic Mensa
Bad bitch like he kinda fire for a big nigga
Niggas think you playin with him till you get
of anything can get you killed don't fuck around and OD
Too late I'm here now applying pressure until you're blue in the face
I can tell by that look in your
crying sometimes cuz it hurt different
I can feel the Passion dying inside, I try to buy it some time by
Reminding my mind but it don't listen
That love
None of you know of my pain
I made a mistake by giving you time of the day
Rapping is deeper than fame
I got that from J
He rap in UA in NY
Wondering why
깊지 않은
인간들 지 눈에 보긴 뭐든 쉽지 피치 못할 나의 사정
이것 또 한 과정 지키지못하면 존재 하지 않는 완성
Fuck being number one and shit I'm tired
Of just being a bad son and rich I tried
action bout to stand on business
Big steppin' bitches in my DM for a mention
Why you in my phone for attention
Nah bitch stop it I'm the trending topic
You
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
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