Lyrics:
(CashMoneyAP) yeah, yeah, slime
(LeeBoy on the track) slatt
I been searching for a victim like a cover
All on me
I got these racks and they ain’t
'm the sh** dawg
No
I'm not big headed
I like my Benjamin's big headed
Boy yo lifestyle got a big edit
And my sh** raw
I got big credit
I got em pissed off
I
tryna catch me uh tryna catch me a breath but they won't even Knowing
Got some left that I won't even showing
Deal with health so I won't be going
Since
'm cruising down the 101, I'm headed to the valley
Temperature at 101, a hot ass day in Cali
Hit-Boy hit me up and said, "playboy let's throw a party"
I hit
Boys in the hood boys in the hood
Got two in the front as
I roll through the trap
Blunts rolling em up, shit pouring the Yak
I don't fuck with these
You can tell by the Cuban with the big rocks glowin (ahh)
Some people called My Brothers watched'em Change on me
(Watched'em changed On Me)
Use'tuh plot
broke, and none of 'em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never
San Jose, I got a show
Chillin' like a champ with a girl in a limo
There we go again, I got a beep
The girl got nosy beggin' for a peep
Get off me
Yeah they tell me sugar coat it, dumb it down but I can't
Might as well could deny the Jesus and be ashamed but I ain't I'm a saint
Til the day I
and they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd,
a lotta people, music overseas
And tell em bout the one who by my side, he watching over me
They hate to see me doing good, man, what's the reason
They only
all my homies they left
So I got me a bag and I got myself right
Can't wait till' I'm up and they tell me I'm right
I make all my music I know how
I'm money minded you can tell just by the way That I talk that I'm tryna go get it
Aye real dope boy all this shit came right off The block
Niggas be
made some choices
That'd hurt em badly
I coulda made some choices
That'd hurt my family
The grace of God kept me outta death valley
I'm talkin' plenty
avoid fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money
A hard dick all a bitch got comin', yeah
All I know is more and more
Hit me
Aaaaah yeeeaah
That's the flavor right there
Sho' you're right
Yo, tell em what it's all about, man
All that ballin thing
How you got it goin
I TELL EM, DON’T GET PHASED GET YA MONEY UP
YOU WANNA GET THIS A GRADE BETTER STUDY UP
COUPLE HUNNIES WANTIN TO CUFF ME WANNA GET LOVEY DOVEY
BUT IM
mean
Give a fuck about no bitch trying to run the green
Got to grind by yourself if you want to eat
I know that I kept some things on the low
Gave you
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I
smoke with me
Yea I got racks outside
I got packs outside
That boy a rat he fried
I got racks outside
I got packs outside
That boy a rat he fried
Bitch
a problem I got a problem let’s lock
it in, and if they’re looking for me, I’mma tell em ain’t
no stopping him! Better put the watch down, ain’t nobody
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
trust what parents say
Like rubbers, I used to be too cool for 'em
Bitches askin bout 'em, I used to ignore 'em
Mother used to tell me but I had to learn
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