Lyrics:
laid off
As part of the cuts that he made to get to the top
(BBC)
He sees now he lost sight of his dream
To only work behind the scenes
Now all he
I'm withdrawn
Out here making hit songs for the radio slaves
You can talk all you want but you don't know what it takes
Smokin blunts of that medical
me the funk
And all I wanna see is you pop That Trunk
Make it go up
Make it go down
Make it spin like a merry go round
I'm a player
So if you
for motivation, you be helped by it
I put twenty in my teeth because I felt like it
My number one is making sure that mom's straight
My whole family
the message, only I ain't text ya
Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya
So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya
If I ain't met
on the musical
Prisoner G, now you're free you can be all you wanna be
Go where you want or go and see all you wanna see
Because yo, your ambitions I won't
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
the stu all night tryna run up a profit
Bad bitch on my line she want me to take her shopping
I'm popping!
On my way to the top, I'm not stopping
Making hit
rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your shit, I push
Happy birthday
Money real long and the weed lit (smell it)
All I really want is a freak chick
So jump in these drop top, make it pop lock
Cause G shit
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
circles
Decorated all around the nipple
With that badonk, It come with those tig ol' big o's
You see your firm breasticles
I got a big ol' buddy inside
controlled by?
Is it the tv? music? people? your flesh? fear? circumstances?
Or maybe your cell phone?
See, It should be God but we only call on Him
When we
you want a change? well here it is
Let's stop complaining, make it happen, everybody step up your game
'Cause everybody's stuck in park or reverse
fashion
I'm being Neiman's just ball in the snap
Double M G, we gone crush y'all
If it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all
Bitch ass niggas, they don't want
I just mixed the codeine with the sprite
Like it's a recipe
All I tote is Glocks
The only things that's in my weaponry (grrah)
I seen my brother
wifi
I grew up where the guns went
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind mine
I'm in your top five's top five
Can't touch
Surrounded by envy
Ye eyyyyyyy look
You better not tempt me
Gimme the cash
I want a Billy
You throwing it back
You popping a xanny
The bitches is bad
They
all, we always gon' smoke it all
Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin, "Take it off"
My success is takin' off, I'm always workin', never takin'
street with the top off
Waiting for the right time to pop off
Please don’t peak your head up out that door
Cause all the pain you caused is way more than
I strapp ya?
Niggas with all that hot capit
Niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happening
Will you think we're smacking
That yellow road is steady
that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you
[Verse 1:]
Hands off my property this is not monopoly
Holdin my girl and she alone can be on top of me
Some got the chance and they came
them tramps
y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?
You know Na Na rock that shit,
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