Lyrics:
the track
Smoke the pack
Six Three One we getting that
It's the Neighborhood Reign yo
Ayo Yoda go get that. Yodas back
I ingest this Red Bull To press hard
today
My keys scream from the room "jay you slave"
Ain't no rapping when you stressing
If you made enough this way
Damn
Cruz myself with the windows down
fire
Gotta get by, let's get this shit hot
I cannot be wasting no time
I've been at this shit for a while
You say that you put in the work
Boy, you know
boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true,
drama less you coming wit it,
I tell a shawty if she down then lets get down to physics,
She say this force we got is plenty I'm tryna peek at her
Yo Z, check who's on that table over there
Ah shit, it's her
Let's get out of here and hit the stu
Ight bet
Amnesia
When I walk past like I don't
meet my idol Jay-Z homie
You won’t believe homie but I see it homie
Ain’t stopping now till I make you see it homie
I’m heading straight to the top
this
I'm confused
Shawty know me
I don't know her yet
We making moves
Don't want the fame
I Want the money check
I make the news
You fuckin lose yo shit
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
of options
Ima get this money nigga why they keep staring
All day long bitch you know I'm prepared
Drip season just like Rick flair
Ima keep moving cause I
my people traumatized and this just how we ease our minds
(We just tryna get by)
I skip the service because all they say is I ain't living right
Man I
girlfriend
Honey check it (check it)
Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your friends)
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend
tryna get a diamond plaque so I can go and vanish
Yeah, uh, I get deeper in and I can see this shit ain't for the Z
I got bitches crawlin' on they
slipping away stayed on track and I don't look back it took so long just to get it started
Give me what I want it's all about love and not about money
I
I need ps not dinner with jay z broke
Too long I don't need advice
Been tryna get racks for time
But the game is full up of rats n mice
Maybe, I need
Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
Got blazed before they told stories
Well, I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories
I saw on TV
everybody
St. Clair we speak, we speak, wishing wishing
We're takin' over, over
Betta run with this shit, with this shit
Or get road over, road over
So
here trapping
With this here sincere rap
For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a classic
I get money, get money money dough
All I came
This rap shit divided by panty lines, mm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you fuckin' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long?
don't even see 'em
Girls clockin' dollas
Money by the rolls
Sick of wearing platinum
Going back to gold
Gold everything
Watch and a chain
Gun and a ring
eats me
Truthfully I wanna move like Jay-Z
No B no disrespect it's just a preference thing
See how simple things could be
Put this on repeat & understand
Aw Yebo
One time for the famo
Southwest side
Blood fam niggas represent
Yeah
Yeah
Hi, my name is Sean
I'd like to spit this for you
I stitch my
I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
'Cause money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely,
how I'm gonna make this shit last
Keep it together, I really mustn't cry
I just need to get by
'Cause I've no money
No money
No money in my hand
No
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