Lyrics:
sleeping
Highly repected by middle easterns
Most latinos africans an west Indians
Skank Dollar known before he
Touch a microphone
Cool nigga got his scratch
Yeah riding round the city
Pushin 1k 250
I got yo main girl with me
Stay in the block Benny
I'm making millions
You working at Denny's
To be
(Let's go)
Kaiju come through tripping
Still a villain
Here to make a killing
Too big for the ceiling
Ain't no one gon stop me
On my way to make a million
that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
I'm fearful that he's inside me, yeah
We've got the American Jesus
yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
of sugar walls, you'd rather have the balls
Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
But look at you now, at jams you say "Ow!"
A sex disease was
established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties ?
with big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum's
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Big Cuban links
Hands off, I only eat off drinks
Three million for the crib and my favourite spot by the sink, ah
Two shooters, gotta stay in sync
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
Clocked by a left
Galaxies I'm seeing
Planets in my view
Peeping like I'm Tyson
I'm talking Neil deGrasse, master chief hes the right one
Solo or spak we
This flow is on stupendous wreck I ate the beat
And I throw the check
The punch is goin' harder when I'm clockin' him all
In his neck
Wait, I know
a fit or I'm catchin' a body
Sike nigga, I'm playin', I'm not bangin' techs
Just mimickin' rappers who cap they raps
Somehow make a million, I'm not
Back to The Start (Written by Rob Wessels)
Woke up this morning bottle by the bed. Hearing nothing but the train wreck in my head. Rolled over
on it
Yo big homie lil homie seen the paperwork it say you told on it
Still shining chains on me, still shining nah they ain't fading on me
See my old
the gutter
We rush by in the rain
This is what our kids see
Imagine what they feel
Don't it seem like the big tears fall
From the children's eyes
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand
babies, and zombies
Parkin' lots and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks
A million in the building, buildings protected by more blocks
Young childs,
bigger by the ticket
Got my foot in the door
Same day I got evicted
Different, driven by money and ambition
And let me tell me cross over and transition
was arrested by a cop
First they sent me to Lake Butler where I crossed paths with Juggernaut
The nigga had a big noggin so they called him head
That
near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got
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