Lyrics:
Lil' bitch, I got rich, I ain't got nothin' to prove (yeah)
Money on my mind when I jumped out the womb (yeah)
Keep a big-ass knot, just like a cartoon
You can sell out your own just so you can get rich
No soul, no vibe, but you sportin a cross
Man the truth is you're tired and your spirit is lost!
I've
A baby smiling on his dad's shoulders
Everything is fine
The soul is healed by being with the kids
Let your kids be wild
Show them all your love
Be
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Uh-huh, who, just smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made
Ferguson days on Castro
Wasn't no cash flow
But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul
to the mother that he loved,
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher Casey said.
"Ever'body might be just one big soul,
Well it looks that
I like big butts, but big tits drive me nuts
And here's another cut from the Compton slut
The naughty nigga named Dresta, the westside gangsta
never gonna shine cah you're a big hater
Make 50 mil, become an innovator, before I get taken away by the Malaikah
Risk taker not a compromiser, that's
I'm tryna follow dreams
You want me to follow trends
So just to get a dollar, will I sell my soul?
I look the Devil in the eye and tell him
"Hell no"
like 'enuff of this
Who is this kid think he is?
Notorious like I'm close to big
You ain't notice that my focus like pac I'm above the rim,
But more
How you want it
Give you soul to soul
Let the bass knock
I studied Biggie
And late PAC
Said I'ma young ESCO
Only time I'm clocking 3s is if they watch
Sometimes it's like, "pardon me, but I got a real big spirit"
I'm fearless, I'm fearless, don't you try and grab hold of my soul
It's like a military
done
Could you (mettle us), mettle fame cream by my team seem
Make a wrong move and I'mma make your blood prove that
They can get down to rock (what?),
Watch my growth persevere
It's easy to be rich
When you came from it
I'm impressed when you came from shit
A mile inch by inch
Fought your way out
Tryna get rich and that cork in right
Grab me the beaker, I'll measure the white
Heat up the water drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it
Rubber-grip-holder, reloader, come at me
I'ma rip your soliders in half, silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
Yeah you know
I get the bag
On the road
I am the man
That guy
Fly like plane
In the sky
Rich in the soul
And the mind
We going big
And I'm going up
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
goes by, without us thinking big
Aint tryna jam our wrist
Yeah we bright as shit
We always get our fix
But know our soul keep rich
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