Lyrics:
I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside it sure is a nice
to a million dollars
See I'm the penny in this situation
I got two million dollars, dream to touch the ball
I sell out big ass stages
I'm on some real shit, I
up some pay, you can call me a hoarder
Side bags goin' forty-five, we get this shit imported
Steeple hunnid, pack the gym like I'm Kobe and Jordan
on that bi cause I carry them rounds them n*ggas told me not holdin no pounds watchin me now watch how I climb beam on the flow I’m a rise 30 my and I know
was in '93?
I can't help but think a little bit differently
I can't help but think we might even be closer
We use to be back to back holdin' toasters
leave me all the time
I got enemies
I lose friends of me, yea
Yea
By my lonely
Bitch don't fuck with me nigga I got a big tongue
Y'all niggas all talk,
followed me to the top by the trail of these bread crumbs
Cuz if i got it, my people do
All a sudden these niggas my people too?
The ones I invited
song as a coming attraction
They say you can't judge a book by its cover
One bad guy is replaced by another
We pledge our allegiance to his flag
But he
That's a real big mistake
(Gonna have a new driver
By the end of the day)
cll the paparazzi and the fans
Try to stop us
(So we gettin' airlifted
By
and kemdi fused together we go by D'Emdi
We put on a show and the people throwin' us an Emmy
Money fat but I'm skinny
Fuse the cash with my wallet I need
Yeah (yea yea) uhh, yeah
Fred Wreck in this motherfucker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit
We gets payed to steal, gang
to cutthroat
Holdin it down, fuckin why'all up
but the rest of them suckers be unsho'
Me? YEAH, I'm blessed if you don't know
Pack a big boner, heavy
Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script
So we don't go broke, I'm back
baddest
but tha squarest is tha one who ain't darest and grab this
tha mother is other, than a great big follower
snatchin', catchin, cookies by rookies
"What's the one big difference
You notice this about this team compared to last years?"
Um, I think that we've always been deep
But I think this
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me,
My nigga we the last ones left
how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga this is heaven for a..
I'd be a liar if I told you
I'm up a hand at the MG Grand
Two mo' honeybuns the whole shit locked
Big guns, seven across, jackpot
My ass is hot, I'm heated
I'm scorch, I'm holdin
niggas I didn't give me, it's gon' be a minute
I heard that boy survived the headshot Tell big homie a bitch ain't only like that when the meds out
Them
you can't even really sit with us
I'm rhyming with the upper echelon you thought it's luck
Shopping spree with my girl we out spending hella bucks
Members Only, Choppa My-, Murder Came Opportunity
Just however you wanna put it
I recorded this jawn right here on Big Scarr birthday
Tee P and Paul
over a brick
He got shot last week
Still ain’t over it
Gun equipped
It makes me sick
Kids killing kids
HL3 we making hits
I’m jamin 200 Rounds
By
to rebel, hard to face we're complacent we've accepted this hell, thought things would change after them Towers fell, emcees still holdin' back the truth
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