Lyrics:
forreal
Plan it and prosper
Praise be the sun
Boy I live by the doctrine
Zen niggas not for the talking
Ain't came here to play bitch so bring out
the verses of flow like the Rivers of Jordan refusing to loose
Like am on for battle with any rapper who's ready for my 22s
A warning this year to my haters I
You ain't gettin' money
You on the other side of the fence
In that one man cell, bitch I dreamed of this
Rollie on my wrist
But I come from the D
Keep all your real niggas close
Then life ain't as bad as it seems
Coz really one thing that I learnt from this life shit
Gotta look for yourself to get
on me
I got all this weight on me, can't make em wait on me
Bussin' jugs and makin' plays, ain't nowhere safe for me
I'm just goin' day by day, some
favorite rapper tank, that shit ain't slap at all
Free the new ones outside, I'm comin' back for y'all
I bet all that money in your shoebox, you can't fuck
Windows heavy tinted making sure they never saw us
Mind ready for this fuck shit, way too late to duck this
Duct tape and (?), the money or your
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
She waiting for the easy buck
This city, broken by a God
Tell me who's real, tell me who's the fraud
That's what I wrote, what I just said
Steal away
rewind
She know why
Cause I kicked her to the curb
Smoke this herb, I re-sync
My eyes red, so I blink
Brush my teeth, spit in sink
Put my tongue in her
got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't
Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown
Get to know me the man the person
So by the time
nigga (Facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil' nigga (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it's red, dawg (21)
I ain't tryna fuck you, I just want some
Attention, all you niggaz
All you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal
Time to take off the ice
For a minute
Time to throw a little mud
In this
us
Man we grippin grain
This ain't bout peace, this all bout change
This all bout oil
Ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil
They make my blood
ain't on the block pitching but I'm in the spot shifting
for the top and the 6 is from the lot
[Perfect Harmony:]
Oasis of this desert, rap mirage
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
came to this strange world
Get out the way before you get served
I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
Bitch listen to my words
Need to get
soul, i came to this strange world
Get out the way before you get served
I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
Bitch listen to my words
Need
know I'm servin' and they still hittin
They pay by each, that how y'all score while I'm here missin
Thought we stuck to the script, thought we stuck
Have another bill, y'all. Dog, I need all my change.
Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit. That's
Why we choose this thugsta
demons my way
When he know that I'm not new to none of this sinning shit
I can't ask for forgiveness all the mistakes I done made
Temptation's a bitch
F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do
I'mma man of my word
Well I got yayo for sale, I got kush to smoke
I ain't sittin' on shit, I'mma push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout
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