Lyrics:
Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned
allegiance
Scripture denied, I'd grab the loose leaf
Abide by these strictures absolutely
Lying through teeth
Severed the lobe
Now the mental OS is gettin blue
good but qualities
How i built up the brand
The Lord carried me
See his prints in the sand
Pink 50s in my hand
Benjamin's and grants
Star for my passport
top back in the new westsell
5509 girl I live real well
Got the michellin s rims what up sprewell
Swaggerlicious baby something like a pimp
Ha, you know
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
like Stallone, got game like 50 Cent posse
Up first to work, on his coffee grind
In no time promoted to the king's right hand
But no hype man, had
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
dzisiaj robię
Ona twerk pali haze pali jazz w GTR
Lakier red laczki black
Beat to crack Budda flex
Ona wet my na Shell
50 Cent w GTR
Oksy black tak jak Jack
of vagabonds
Quick let me switch lanes like Mika Häkkinen
Took the scene and I won't
Give it back to 'em
It's mine to keep another sight to speak
I'm spitting
vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,
a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob
And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off
My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us
Second album
a ni**a buy is Os like I'm on wheel on fortune
I kill the rap game, they ask me how I feel, remorseless
I lit the torches ni**a, ash on corpses ni**a
Leave
surrounded by 50 thousand niggas and none 9mof these nigga is woke
You better think before you spoke, cause I'll wet you up now you soaked
Drippin like water,
the 40,
I just cashed in 100 bands n bought some straps cuz they important
Reinvest my bands i got the gas n imma floor it
N I a stacked like 50 racks up
Zoom
You niggas too dusty get swept with a broom
Kush in the pack too loud it go boom
I'm blowing Os counting dough
Laying low stack paper by the show
a paperweight
Been that way since Naugy days
Os on Os by Cheerios, gotta move that weight
Home to home gotta move when the eviction came
If you know you know
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Celph Speaking]
Whattup whattup whattup
[Crypt Speaking]
Yo, OS, Celph Titled baby
What's goin' down
[Celph Speaking]
My niggaz, yo spit that shit
[Intro: "interviewer" (Skinnyman)]
"So Skinnyman, now that you've signed a deal with talkin loud and your currently
recording your album, how's this
north trips
SKS in the Dolce trench (Brr)
Dice game, mink to the floor, throwin' trips
Throwin' bricks
Bring me back eighty by the fifth
Uh, look, jet
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