Lyrics:
would never I don't gotta the time
Searching for the meaning forty days and for forty nights
Yeah, never gave a fuck about fame or being rich
If niggas
side to East side, we ride
No top, gettin' dome, gettin' blown while I breeze by
Watch look like I'm tryna freeze time
Drippin' water like I deep-sea
vision
Tunnel vision, I'm a rap exhibit
For a couple million on social media
They took me in as a nobody
When I was painting houses for them rich
the shit I'm buying I don't want for real (I don't even want it)
I copped a Ghost so I can haunt the hills (skrt)
I swear sometimes I feel possessed by it
I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off
[Chorus: x2]
Thugga fresh like a Mannie be
Dillerman, hand me keys
Pull up off the lot,
Jag yo
See everything big in Texas
I used to own a GS, but now I'm thinkin bigger than Lexus
I will call it, crash boards like Ben Wallace
Flow for
LSD
You're all big shots. Shot by me!
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about
they do what I say dun
Brave hearted we always get the party started
IM3 in this bitch they say we all talking
From now I'mma live it try to get rich
the credits roll then its known who did what
You see my name lit up big as fuck
Acknowledgment for a lot of shit
Punch lines the critics didn't get
Metaphors
Sir Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma
lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health
Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself
Got tired of hitting the road for
Gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Turn up,
Had her on my list, I got rich and fucked my dream bitch (mwah, come here, baby)
Nigga, you's a snitch, up the blick and get to tweakin' (grrah,
to sacrifice the pawns?
I've see the Devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns
It's been death after death without havin' time to mourn
Have you
just not good at big glorys
Yeah
Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless
Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans
Ayy, I looked at the dirt
From the underground came a brand new sound
But I guess I must have brought it to the wrong town
'Cause I was treated like a stupid day dreamer
By
alone in this big dark place
Nothing could remove the smile from his face
When he arrived, everyone was in suits
Sammy stood there in tatty jeans
discontent
You whole look at me like a ship’s command
Would have once engaged but
I have since repent
And I’m just living my life stride by
Stride I rock
in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day,
Power in the hands, the hands of the few
Their laws don't represent me, and they don't
Represent you
A couple of rich men with a hidden plan
Who
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
It was a rough night,
Turned into years in an unknown land.
Jut a grudge fight,
Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand.
We had a hard time,
But we
(One big room full of bad bitches)
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even
wanted
But do you truly know why these men are being hunted?
It's a big brother state it's the same as the East
The cops protect the rich
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