Lyrics:
if that shit don't stink
I'm on the web, she wanna link
You stabbed me in the back like Zelda and Link
I'm getting paid by the end of the week
If
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
I stopped by old man Dolby's store
For cold ones on the way
We bagged 'em up and dropped 'em down
Out back, by our old place
It won't take long
came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
gettin'' rich, offa visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin' cream by
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
A certain guy told her ignore the mask
A flirt in a skirt to make
You beg for the ass
Baby got back, maybe got black
In a stranger house, Danger Mouse
Gave
they done came through the back door
Slidin' out a Benz, on the body you see a crack hole
Straight tens, she basic
Exotic my whips, X rated
In
Memory of sin broken wings trapped her in
Heart a broken tin opening to no one since
Everythin' she been playing back can't forget
Everythin'
your figgas
Is this all you got in your little bank account?
Entrepre nigga bounce
Come back with a much larger amount
And I still stop your bank
I miss this girl I want her back
She's a one in a million
She hits me like a heart attack
Makin' money we're still young
I do this every time
I get
Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it's
Check it life sure hurts with your dick in the dirt
Witcha thang in a sling from the work of a skirt
Balls turned black to blue from a tease
And Santa Claus is back in town
And I brought you some presents, baby
Got no a sleigh with reindeer, no sack on my back
You're gonna see me comin' in
and kick and beg us
That you're not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
I know
Feel the weight on my soul
When your skin goes black
And you can't go back
And they wanna turn their backs
But we finna show them
What they
Got mans in London mans in 'notts
If I ever go broke I guess I'm back to the block
But I never go broke 'cuz I'm good with the 'quac
I don't smoke but I
Think back to my old moves
Before I ever had pro tools a
Auto tune on a vocal
Best flow in the whole school
I was tryna pull through Tryna make it in
the hurt's pure
You front tryna hold it in, it hurts more
He was right there back-to-back with me, my first war
Even had a crack spot together, the first
5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back
the battle is back
Haters stay on the attack /
With my metal in tack
I shutter the souls that lack /
They half of the stack
Claiming that they top
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