Lyrics:
He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box.
Tyler has the key.
He takes nail and hammer to tack up
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
To the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold
Throw the first key into the sea of hate
Throw the second key into the sea of fear
Throw the third key into
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
gat)
Choppers and Uzi's one life to live (Live)
Use it! Shawty they plottin' against ya
You blinded by broads and riches
You blinded by all that designer
rather die enormous than live
Dormant by any means necessary
And all that other shit is to control you
If the churches took half the money they was
Making
I feel your racing heart
My liquid silver arms extended
These waves aren't far apart
Black gold in claw foot tubs unchanging
I am fire, where's
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
like I'm twenty-two
Flow like a 18, do what I want to do
Going on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's zen
Flow is black magic, I'm at it again
Rose gold
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like
a storm
Upgraded, this ain't even my final form
Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on
I live and breathe and die by this
This
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
friend
She was straight Black-Portuguese
Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm
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