Lyrics:
Your men will be wiped off the board by time
You are playing against a partner
Who will not tolerate indecision
Napoleon Hill
Think And Grow Rich
On the south side of Chicago on
A freezin' winter night
In a crowded little bar room
The men were rollin' dice
I's winnin' by the hundreds
Just
learn
The fathers are playing at marching and flaying
Their jackboots are loafers from Costco
And all they're displaying by soldier cosplaying
Is that
at risk in the hands of zealous killing
Genocides incited by broken, bitter civilians
Revolutions against corrupt tyrants, the vile and wicked
Why do they
wanna get caught by the cc camera
Still tho, man never lack
Got me a bally I got me a mask
No face no case when we stepping at night
When we see an opp
even breath when we passin by
I don't even care this here sadist life
Please never think that i'm soft never think that i'm nice
My Dawgs all gold it's
So you went to her place
Dark and dingy
Somewhat sleazy
All the men staring
Fantasizing
Bout the woman they never have
Some of them wishing
Some
Treat me like the colors that hate your hair
Fall for me even though you feel too scared
Stupid boy think I'd date him on a dare
Don't you know you
So
Do you recognize any of these men
I was hiding in the bathroom stall so I didn't see his face
But I heard him
He was singing along to the music
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
Realized I'd never see the sun again
Saddened by light of the working men
Who don't want it to ever end
Don't leave much to the imagination of a mourning
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Chorus (22 Savage)
Everyday getting off them Ps
Nigga said he want them P’s he can't get them for the cheap
Cause we texing we don’t know
Over Bitches
Mobbin' like Money Over Bullshit
Number one on some April fool shit
Snitches is who I can't be cool with
I was raised by the G code
You
mi-nett'
Qui s'en va au ly-cée
L'est bien jo-lie sa mo-by-lett'
L'em-mèn'-rait bien dan-ser
Sur ma mob je suis bien
Je suis bien et je chant'
Sur ma mob je
bizness
Stress we'll destroy
We're known to make noise as the original b-boys
In the flesh, greater to the depth
Creates the ill scenes when we
the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you
[Chorus]
Thousands of men go to war to fight for
Politics which they don't understand
Murder people who they never met
When they make it home they're
(Camron)
Yea.. Killa
What we gettin ready to do is separate the men from the mice,pit from the
Poodles, and the villians from the heroes
Huh,
a fortune
To find cheap motel love
I got taken by a bell boy
A kid I gave my trust
Promised me opportunity
And all I got was bust
CHORUS
bye bye to poverty
Poverty yeah yeah yeah
Everyday me speaking with authority
Authority yeah yeah yeah
Even by money alone my money long
V E C viper my
to the bone
When he finally starts to exhale, he says he's not that stoned
Many men will tell you, there's a limit you should take
About how much you should
a motherfucking lottery winner
I'm OJ trying gloves that never seem to be fitting
I sent my boy juice guap to Colombian prison
He got trying to sneak in phetamine
basis with Beyonce
We 'bout to be on a first name basis with Beyonce
Went from boys to men word to Wayne
Whole hood screaming Tob don't go Kanye
H
the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes
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