Lyrics:
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
coins by the way that i flip it
Hit bro in cali he told me he shipped it
I'm stacking the benjis and splurging the fifties
I got me a fit just to match my
love
No more dreaming
Slowly waking up
Play by play
The words you say
Won't go away in my mind
I tried to pray
Send signs to me
Reveal what's true
But we
You see me at the bottom
Now you know I'm up next
Life was never easy
I've been through enough stress
Blinded by the vision all I want is success
just a friend[00:42.34]I feel myself slipping, it's me you'll be missing, why do we just have to pretend[00:48.33]And I fall in love[00:50
Always been too tall, my clothes couldn't fit
Closest I've been to having dollars was listening to 50 Cent
But with this pen, I've killed many men
I'm
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
driver
And he lay down and thought about the whole night
And he looked up at the photo that he bought at a junk shop
It was only fifty cents but he
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
had only bout a cent
I remember back being lonely with no fucking friends
I remember nights rolling through the motherfucking ends
Dreaming, dreaming
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
Nigga, dollar fifty rocks, nigga
On the real, I had eighty cent rocks
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
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