Lyrics:
Prove the loyalty, you gotta show me
'Causе my heart cold and my body stoney
Keep a chopper likе I'm Tony Tony
You an oni-oni, get cut down
One draw, one
lights came on
I'll take another look around
day in or day out
And the feeling I get when I watch you
Can make me feel l can turn it off or on
Every day
can't get like Pe$o cuz Pe$o ain't like no one else
All I need is cash and I just stay
Mobbing by myself mobbing by myself
Mobbing by myself mobbing
write down my night time dreamathon
I may not remember it
If I don't write when I get out of bed
I may never write again
So I'm up at 5AM
In my dreams I
to have some fun
Running up and down in the streets until the lights came on
No changes,
It was just time passing by
I’m still the same kid,
Just with
Her car broke down and it can't get fixed
Her swag broke down and her bag counterfeit
(Damn) dat's not Gucci, baby that's floochy
Remember 2000 you
dies down after rush hour
Though I'm not sure if I should be alone
Don't know where we came from or what we did
But by morning I might reconvene
It's all
count it up aye count it count it up unn
Five heart beats fighting temptation I can't wait on yo lil ass bitch cus I'm impatient
Grab you by your neck
and V and W are worn out from this song
And X and why just will not share and will not get along
But E eats everything
Yeah E eats everything
But
I could live for an hour or two
Trying to find someone just like you
Why don't you sit right down
Have a double, and I'll get to know ya
All
you wet
Pouring up the bubbly (Yeah, yeah)
Louie V shades on me when it's getting sunny (Hey)
Blinded by the sun, diamonds & lots of money (Well)
I
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
plane,
Lord, well it was bringing me down.
Yeah, I had to get out of Texas, baby,
Lord, it was bringing me down.
I been all around the world,
But Port
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
'cause you're facing 9 to 5 odds
They tried to teach me how to get by in a cubicle
But I don't want that, I wanna own the whole office
'Cause all around me
the scrap by the motor
Used to hot box in a old ass Toyota
'Gotta stay down and look after my bother
I had the gas and young sauce had the oil
I had to go get
minus 28 guy
Anxious I don't waste time every minute counts like I'm at a 9 to 5 on break time Good songs take time if I need to I lay it down
For
on the ground i wondered how he could step by game
Maybe we had broke biggies 5th commandment crib wrecked
And damage was a household thing
Momma still brings
I say a poor trait
You want to store very short cake
Estate, behind the gate
N.Y. State, why wait?
You trying to get paid by the lake
In each state,
niggas get money
Thats my MO
Stayin laid by Meek
That's my MO
Nails done by Dee
That's my MO
I been about my business
That's my MO
I ain't wit that
plated nine, niggas die over five cent
He don't pay on time, been keeping him far since
My nigga this nonsense
I know my hood, hate the city, love
one), I'm a scorpion
And I'll probably bite the bullet 'cause I live by the gun (what?)
Big heavy hitters, twnety-five to life bidders
Who just came
on you
Shill 5 Saturday morning karate
This is win every videogame was 8 bit
And you would get popped in your mounth for talking shit
I wrote this rhyme
You make money at night but with the sun you gon' really shine
You gon' get rich just rich for time
You start selling with the [?], you coming down
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