Lyrics:
my new hoes eat out my palm like, like one of my loot homes
Like all night, I'm the product of group home, I'm a superstar like
Lupe Fiasco
money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She
fly, I'm ballin' in the major league
Consistently grindin', I'm booked up with no agency
I done showed her loyalty
Nah, she can't get away from me
I
Catch 'em by surprise
Lets catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat people, hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
hoe
From the motherfuckin get go, hoe
From the motherfuckin get go, hoe
Bumpin that "Hurt Me Soul" by Lupe Fiasco
Girl, I thought I told you before
I
and thats just because they hoes
Never could keep it 100, and that's how there story goes
Ima get down from my partners, you ain't nodda never backed me
I'm
made gross
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I'm married to the life girl, catch the bouquet
Set it off (oh oh, ayy)
Fire me up
Set
Okay though
That's how it go
But I'm a proud communist
Lupe Fiasco
Chaos
Let's paint the town red
Anarchy down city blocks we spread
Reactions from
cream 16 five, everyday, all day
Hit me on the door knob
'cause we be ballin', bitch we be haulin'
Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
An y'all
made gross
Seven days everyday when you from around my way
I'm married to the life girl, catch the bouquet
Set it off (oh oh, ayy)
Fire me up
Set
when im at the party
Yea yea
I be on that dope on that good shit
Money on my mind
I dont care about the bullshit
Catch me in the streets
Yea i be on my
wanna
Don the ski mask of the robbers (Frantz Fanon)
As if I'm not already seen as bad by the coppers (Homage)
That's like parents being raised by
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!
Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't
for self
Catch me in the 'rarri by my self
Dare just buy my low leaf fuck your health
(yeah)
Nigga turna, nigga turna, nigga turn up!
Nigga widda blue
to temperance
I am purpose natures creation or consciously dead serving a sentence
Subconscious mind projecting oppression layers by Satan’s law makers
6 has me
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy
Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my
call em "blow job"
If they ain't getting money tell em "go rob"
Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter
Now I got em on they
Toes cause my flow hotter
the
Hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer, I'm all in
Thug for life, nigga ballin'
I'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me
You
And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your
"I'm no Lupe Fiasco but he can pay me every first and the 15th"
I'm a king, I'm a king, so
I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony
Shoutout to dummy who
dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
[Chorus - Young Chris (2x)]
Nigga we ballin - ready for war and
Pass
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