Lyrics:
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
I just did a whole tour
Shows packed out of city selling
Tickets need a do a few more
Boy know he not it
Boy know he not legit
Going crazy in
posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But
got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz
Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?)
Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer
Killin You Softly wit
broke, living homeless finna croak
I need a sign, not a loan
People laughing at me cause I'm on the side of the road (Talk yo shit boy)
Couldn't pull no
Hey
Gucci down in g fazos
Young nigga by the bank roll
I got lean by the case loads
I love a bop bitch I ain't into being faithful
Who want smoke
mastered pain with what we smokin'
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
I'd have
home and toke up
My shits too good like "Yo, what the fucks up?"
Think too much, boy you smoke too much
You aint really gonna get a thing done huh
You
and that Gucci bucket
My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya
Mercy with the doors up
Like easy it's yo boy Yuk
Bang, dragging gang in this thang,
Yeah
Say man
Eye like a hawk ya done
Shoot up ya block and I go on the run
That's on yo body get me out my body
Ion leave the house without my gun
Oh yeah
That bitch think she a 10 but she a 4 to me
I'm sitting back, smoking dope inside the quarantine
Now, I can’t get out of head It got control
don't close
The trap be bunkin' (hah)
Rubber ducky give it to the junky (junky)
'Cause your boy gone by by the bunches (country)
Pack it up and move
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got
basehead lick be sniffing dope with a xanny
It's good then she say that boy mine like Brandy
I'm hand-to-handing sales to your grandma she in her panties
I
swiping em all
We can battle it won't be drawl
Pick yo side you be gone by tomorrow
And all this shit so amazing yuh
Pulling up drop top faded
Damn a nigga
call no more
Niggas clueless swear they been selling dope
Reeled you right in stringed you by a rope
I can’t sit around gotta stay on go
No corona gotta
the Gucci and the Fendi and Prada
Fuck yo bitch yea she do call me papa
Getting money boy I am shot calling
Pass the rock just like I am stockton
Young nigga,
We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat
My
and told him go ape
He hit her with 5 bands the first day
He linked his nigga like yo i got the bitch bro
I think she sexy want the pussy and she slang dope
tip me when I was too broke
They were like 'this JS1 boy too dope'
A local champion really had nothing on me
My own set girls were doing my dirty
can put your hands up
But it don't stands up
So bring your mans up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my
[Common]
Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll
We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby...
Yo yo yo
in the hallway with her arms crossed
Baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I peel off,
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