Lyrics:
a doubt
I gotta change the beat
I got a song for every cold player
Oh yeah, this here song is dedicated to any nigger who ever in
Life got his dick
all, but I made it back
Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no
And we gettin cheesed
Just like fettuccine
Who said they gon do what
When they see me
My life like a movie
I live it in 3D
Ayy, Pack from Hong Kong
Li
Fantasy
No medicine, methamphetamine
These shows got the best of me!
Really shaped my identity. Predetermined my destiny
Television affected me mentally
sure it's mine?, "Yo Rick, I know the shape of it, come on"
You know your scratchers? "Yeah, plus I got tape of it"
"Get over my house quick, ride
shoulda known I was steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my
shoulda known I was steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my
ready
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
I'm ready to do now, who now, you now
Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys
In the club with my Disco Lady
Tonight's the Night
Look'n for my Betty Wright
I'm Sir Charles Jones
Is There Anybody Lonely
Girl back up on me
Cause
that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
Yeah it's my life
My own words I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no
Literally give an arm for?
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
ice grill 'cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they
shoulda known I was steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my
a whole lot outta me
My daddy don't love me
Or maybe he do, but he ain't around
I hope you know I ain't just laying around, shit
I got off my ass and I
naxxo
By changing nothing Nothing changes
At all
My life in the sunshine
Huh huh
Everybody loves the sunshine
Y'all want the best for me right you better
to pray for my enemies
What can I say I'm singing praises with my melodies
I try to stay safe and keep Satan the hell away from me
He got drinking I'm
to believers
Yeah I ain't trusting nobody, awake and around me just dreamers
Fergamo on my body, vlone got tags on my body
Drip got that steeze like nobody,
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
on his soul
Their coming for blood again
He's playing with fire again
With a bounty on his head and a reaper at his back an outlaw takes a stand
Not by
I'm a target for fans
Now I gotta walk through the mall with a mask
Talk to your man just like I got
A stick caught up my ass
You see I no longer have
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