Lyrics:
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
I'm gettin' busier
I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a
Man or a girl? What in the world?
You sound like Cheryl the Pearl
And you want to battle me
to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would
bread
I wanna be large, like my pitbull's head
So I won't let up like constant rain
Fam y'all just suck, constant brain
Homie your flow is too frail
commits to strollin
Wound uptown on a hot ass block
Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock
Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit
But deez ho's broke
mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up
Every day I turn the radio on
And I switch across every station for songs
But they're not gettin' into my head
And I feel like just goin' right back
droppin?
the place is packed many faces
of some I know and some know me from buyin cases
cash stack shorty peepin
Is she Puerto Rican or half black?
it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
from fools
Meanwhile some kid
Blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in
been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by
Recently I've been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie
Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by
I
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
praying to the lord
One day we'll make it through all this barely gettin' by
I'm taking out my woman and we're dancing barefoot tonight
Quittin' time's
I was sitting at home, about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, was gettin' thinner
My nigga Spikey Loc was playin' basketball
And my
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol' up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol' up)
'Cause bitch I'm alive
Open up your eyes, take a look at me
Get the picture fixed in your memory
I'm driven by the rythm like the beat of a heart
And I won't stop until I
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