Lyrics:
in school niggas
Didn't wanna sit by
Now I call the shots, nigga
I don't let shit fly
Bitch, that's honest (that's honest)
If a rapper want beef swear
No busters, niggah what no imitations
If one things not for cash and gold rings
It's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'
Hot bitches are rich,
Nd lately I been going hard gotta go harder
Gotta watch out for them snakes these niggas going hate but I know that they Plottin
Trynna get rid
making ends meet by eating celery
Don't you look down on me
Looking for love in the wrong place
Starting falling for my best friend's blank
We've been
I'm going insane
By trying to find the way
God is on my side so I pray
Bury all my past in a grave
Don't you say you're insane?
I'm saved by the Xans
this 'Behind the Music'
With Lynard Skynard?"
And I say I don't know
Say, it's gettin' late, watcha wanna do for dinner?
She says "I kinda had a big
his neck.
Old Reilly's daughter got a message
That her father was goin' to hang.
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
The people here are working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's
don't want us to move bitter so I gotta do this tastefully
It's for the best trust me, wait and see
You'll be around this time next year so wait for me
asked me to follow my heart (and plucked out the stars, one by one)
For all the tales I've told
And these whispers of silver and gold (with an aching
it going on
I got it good good good
[Verse 2]
What you want from me?
Ya I got what you need [Repeat: x4]
You want me for my pennies
You want
i'd be the first to fight for you
so please don't leave
cause i can't breath without you
chorus
(bridge-mercedes)
i'm going
life, I don't know what I'd do
I wish I could repay you
But there's not even gold in the world
So I'll just say thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I love you
the intro to my heart and soul
Welcome to my pot of gold
Pray to keep it long so I don't try to get too prodigal
Effected by the domino, she ain't got no
the grind
Please nigga don't cross that line
Get caught and stick to the code of silence
Please nigga don't drop that dime
I fight to the death for you
I
and expect me to fold
They don't know they're making a diamond of a treasure untold
And I tend to lose interest as the story unfolds
Because the chapter that
I'm caught up in the moment
You're probably wondering
How the fuck is it possible
That his feet are up under him
Asking for these directions
You
Xo, like I'm playing hopscotch
I been riding round in the motherfucking droptop
Gold in bag, you can't even pick it up
Yeah
Yeah
Bang, smith
nightmares that give me shivers
And I ain't going no where until you show me figures
I made the code, made the cult
They come to me for scriptures
Most
bro/ swear my life was full of envy and these petty hoes/ change my circle/ I don’t rock with no squares / u niggaz urkels/ swear I’m focus / going up
I Don't Care About What You Wearing,
No Better Time For Sharing Than Now.
Inside We Are The Same,
We Don't Need To Have More That One Aim.
Through
want a little more
Let's start here
Don't await my arrival, for I've got somewhere else to go
Enter skin and into soul, enter soul and out comes gold
No
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
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