Lyrics:
Brand new clothes I had to make sure that the Glock fit it
Brand new hoe she want the Johnson I can't rock wit it
Brand new stove my uncle got it
brudda from handcuffs
And I won’t bluff, your dad ain’t tough
Despite him lookin’ like Bronson
You was at school gettin’ nonced
I was on the wing, call me
Swagger mode on Flawless
Attitude on caution
Ion do no talking
Want beef just call me
No hungry I'm starving
Get it popping in the parking lot
Leave you
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
I got two many missed calls
Phone blowin' up, numbers runnin' up
Get that bag and run it up
Bitch, I'm O.T., what you know about me
You don't even
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I
melanin like gold that shits on demand
They'll Kendrick Johnson our bodies to get it in their hand
Emulate the culture but won't take a stand
We were only
crimes
Call me Magic Johnson to my niggas all I dish is dimes
808s going hard but no I'm not from Honolulu
Pull up to the crib ain't no Netflix imma put
I’m just committed
But don’t you get it twisted
This tree will get you lifted (On God)
Damn girl tell me how you do me like that
You feel them vibes I
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (no, no)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (no)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the bands
Baby you be calling when I'm balling
I'm assisting all my brothers call me Stockton
I be riding round these streets, call me Johnson
I be by my lonely,
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
bitch that’s all we ever do
And we put on for the City
All of Portland fucken with me
Circle small man we don’t switch up the Crew
Got your wifey by my
n****, use the phone for me, man
What's the number? 3236545, tell her it's Pac
When I get free, motherf***ers better watch they a**
Soon as I get
that be me
Destiny’s Child
I beyond slay
Laugh at my pain Kevin hart always
Whthatsat now
Heres a hex Malcom X
By any means necessary
On that Aaliyah (
know I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die nigga don't fuck with S.P.I.
[Chorus]
the bed
Call the doctor, tripping off the meds
Might pop your ass like I was coached by Gren
Stand on my pedestal
This nigga very cold
The same place I
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
in it
Sorry baby can't be catching feelin's
Focused on a billion, call me Jeff Bezos
Downing shots like I'm at the free-throw
And when I hit, you know
me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
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