Lyrics:
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
gangster niggas talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dawg, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he
gunplay? Thrill me
Niggas kill me, grillin' me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli
Now undress, you know the drill-y
Niggas suspect, weak links pose
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
bad part of town
We see this nigga Rell and he's flaggin' us down
Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin'?"
Then jumped in
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
Paid in full, make stacks
endz
Playin' no games, ya hear me?
ya hear me?, ya hear me?
yeah, niggas like, Triple 6
DJ Paul, Juicy J, (breathes and hisses)
Gangsta Boo, Project Pat
like promethazine some like that yellow
Project Pat that fellow
Hit that from the tailow pur-pur-purple stuff
Pockets sittin' swellow
Dollars I be
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
amazed by this group,
Juny, Tony!
I love being on a stage.
My heart goes pit-a-pat.
Beautiful spot lights,
all of them shine on me.
And dressing up
yo
Check
I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness?
Super extra toughness, Grand Pu-ba-la!
See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes frozen
Check
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
the Projects huh
Thank my aunt, she the one who Taught me proper
I'll be straight, as long as I got Tomorrow
I'll be straight, my peoples right beside me
Baby
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
road folly follaroo
Johnny comes pickin' on the banjo
1843
I set out across the sea
Didn't expect to see poor me
Work on the railroad
Rug
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me
goodbye to the old me
We ain't friends anymore, you don't know me (real music)
I know I could die any moment
If I do just remember this
Yeah, handouts
Pat and the L lavish shootin' Teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom Hubert University, yeah
It's
life's ah mess
What's next?
Level up!
Try Success
Hug a Tree somewhere
Or go see a therapist
Been sick ah this bullshit
New year New Project
Give them
tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't never hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
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