Lyrics:
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm
been colder 'bout your ways
And I just don't get it
Pick up your pieces then give me no credit
Show all your friends the praise I deserve
Guess that you
Rich, workin', like he whippin' up a crack rock
Fresh out the pot, pack flippin', make the trap hop
And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not
to clean
Zoom lion grind but make I come clean
Cause I got cream on my mind
'Cash rules everything around me' is blind
I walked the red carpet
For Ghana
don't gotta lie to me
Just free your muddled mind
Cuz I'm a wldflwr
I don't want an hour
I just want the moment
Could die by the hour
Young wldflwr
your shots like a goal keeper
Drop all your knots where you roll weed up
Lock all your locks so you won't breach the
Contract that in fact knows no evil
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one
I ain't
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Distributin', call it penetratin'
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinkin'
Dirty money stashin', call it bankin'
Murder for position, call it rankin'
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh)
Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh)
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say
the greatest alive
I stay grateful for life
Why don't you help yourself?
Why you takin your time?
You keep takin your time
You should make up your mind
Self
the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here,
as an album concept
But soon enough the truth reveals
The lies you claim in your rep
'Cause we the realest not in the sense
Of claiming hardest on wax
What you
you fuckin up the crib son
You make life look like I don't want to live one
You might as well hold your breath until you die
In a corner somewhere,
had it by design
How can I even be in my right mind
I feel like Hov, I seen so many lifetimes
Fresh to death, I'm a deadman walking, I'm the Undertaker
cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh)
Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh)
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say
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