Lyrics:
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
nigga (woo)
Yeah (yeah), yeah
Malcolm X said, "By any means", lil' nigga (I don't give a fuck)
Cut a nigga off in a heartbeat (a heartbeat)
Too many
should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
Yea We Pop Perk Pills
Now She Wanna Come With Me
cnd She Pop 2 Pills and
I Don't Know If csleep
Yes We Count Big Bills
Some cre Blue Some are Green
the steaks
With a chick saying she could have married Blake
Later on, imma be holding that bitch head
Like the free throws that Rick Barry take
My flow
The salad bar at the Miramar
Is deader than your vegan shoes
They're running low at the blood bank
Of everything but Royal Blue
At the House
look like it's milk
But just know I ain't talking bout dairy
Nigga tried dis on the gang so we punched on his brain
And now he surrounded by fairy's
niggas on ya head like Blake dunking
I'm fina rake something
Get out the streets and gone brake something
And I don't give a fuck
Not 2 something!
We was
like house pets
Priceless like the streets I'm on, my word is born
You like Paula Abdul-ka-ka compared to Sarah Born?
Sayin', what did I do to be so
enough just to get by
All in a night's work all that he knows
The cigarette smoke still in his clothes
He looks so delighted counting the bills
More than
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
It is what it is
Came a long way to make to it to how I live
Hustling through the struggle trying to pay the bills
Give a fuck what they talking
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
Tooooooo
Ice on me
Your b***ch on me
Don't sleep on me
Put your bills on me
Paaaaaaw
Mo4kin Talksick by the way
I don't understand why this niggas trippin
And the bills just they pile
My mama just they call
My siblings just they call
I dey puff all em pills! Just to ease all my stress
You can tell by my look
guess
I'm feeling blue even though she's pushing all my buttons
Atmopshere kind of cool home town blues all of a sudden
Missing Bill Evans to make it
Thanking this hoe called me,
and she was tripping out
say I had a baby by her,
figuring I was taking out
I'm just trying stack a meal,no what I'm saying
wants to be respected ya say
Who wants to worry about the bills we pay
Who's gonna wipe the scum of the streets
Who's gonna clothe the homeless
(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
moving like an automobile
If I ever make the wrong turn
God take the wheel
All my friends are blue faced
Hundred dollar bill
Usain bolt
Bitch I run
collar, chill
Live and die for dollar bills
Put my heart up in this pill
Let my soul die in the field
I get scoped by fake or real
And I'ma keep this
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
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