Lyrics:
Personal insight, I don't need any pride
Packed my suitcase and booked my flight
Portfolio of properties provide the cashflow to live a rich life
Said that's my brother (Brodie!)
We some rich ass stunnas
Get a drop top when they runnas
Said that's my brother (Brodie!)
We some rich ass stunnas
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
of Christ
Is it a big question
Tempos are rising
Hearts that are beating
What is the reason
Just a few of a lot are unto the mission
We've all got eyes but
she passes by
Wild thoughts escape
I don't believe in death row
Skid row or the gangs
Don't believe in the Uzi
It just went off in my hand
I...I believe
on
Any nigga in the way we'll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell
Him get his J on, yeezus
I'm too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks
the shoutin' is so loud
I turn up the radio to drown it out
And silently I say a little prayer
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky
sittin there by the telephone
And you know that she aint goin to call you
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
Segwayin right into
tattoos are the shit
Add a big encrypted markings
And your tattoos look like shit
A blind kid scribbled with marker
Burn rubber - Parking lot
Tires
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well
shooting shit ASAP
V on my ain't talking no ASAP
All my niggas in the trenches, they brim act
I'm quick with my I'm shooting like T-Mac
I'm rich slime for
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Oh, yeah
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I
Hey Jaime have would you mind
driving down this road awhile
Arizona's waiting on these eyes
Rich is on the radio
and think we ought to take it slow
He's crying inside
Can't tear the hurt out
Life's rushing by
Like and old movie backdrop
The radio's blasting
Song after song
About the big
Cdave Vwoo
(its the pro with another one)
Twendele twendele tuchakale
Bad gurl Bandali we tugendele
Gucci bandana we dey yambale
ride for me 4 by
push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just
Blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it
Niggas know what time it is
Big face
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
Is that all you get for your money?)
Big jewels and they iced out
Nice trucks Big rims piped
while you niggas rapping the nonsense
These radio niggas and that payola, it turn em blind quick
These same niggas sat with Big and Pac, knowing they
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