Lyrics:
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
the crib without one weapon
That's why we keep a couple real close by
Goyard duffle, I be so fly
Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie
Different kind
mansions
In a hole bout 50 deep but if you in it I'll stand in
Summertime I'm abandoned
Another look and I'll jam him
Aura like you a movie star can we go
It’s such a similar way the way she dancing on me
Stumbled in the club and I lucked up, baby reckless,
She like 50 shades of fucked up
It’s such
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
That were faded from the store
And that old couch
We'd pull the cushions off if we found fifty cents
We'd go crazy, we thought we were rich, mmhm
Genauso hab ich dass gelernt von Smith und Wessun
New York, Berlin, es ist überall gleich
Nur Sportler, Rap-stars und Betrüger werden reich
From BK
cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor
But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
or get the glock and blaze
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all
city to city but I make my home in New York
I know the time with this rap shit 'cause they got it all backwards
They need to take a hint or catch my
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No
women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady,
gottem sayin "My bad"
Marry Poppins when I dig in my bag
New coupe but I don't need a Jag
Mustang but it need a new tag
Quick turn seen the cop on my ass
when I hit it I get in there and I jigg, ITSKUSHBABY
I knew I wanted to be a hustler since a jit
Trips to New York, we was tryna sell some sticks
You
I live
Let's get drunk, forget what we did
I'ma buy you a drank, ooh (then I'm a take you home with me)
I got money in the bank
(Shawty, what
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
business, fuck y’all feelings
Thought I seen Christ when
I touched that mirror niggas gonna remember
They don’t live forever
Like 50 Cent two nines in
The income can't stop not even at 40
This sound it originated in New York
She like how I dress and she like how I talk
She sees the drip on me she likes how I
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
(Eliza) I put myself back in the narrative
(Eliza) please stop wasting time on tears
I live another fifty years, it's not enough
(Eliza) I interview
on sight
I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin' wit' me
I'm from Clayton county Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact
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