Lyrics:
Number 11 Js talking cool gray
No face hair, hustle with the braids
Grew up best friends with the plug
Sections, big bottles in the club
I can even treat
I wish you'd stop
Taking advice from
Your miserable ass best friends
I thought our bond was strong
But you know em longer
So it does damage
If it was
watch my masculinity
So damn silly with my divinity sitting on toilets that worth more than a buck fifty
We grand rising/ we stay surmising/ we stay away
on a date to the zoo
See zebra and lions and baboons
Drive home to hottest of tunes
And by the way honey did I tell ya
That your the hottest in the room
In
to the top, cos I'm sick of being hip
Man this hip hops rich and that's a no bitch
I've got my woman by my side, she carries my pride and I still haven't lied
You'll know when the best of what you're gonna get is in front of you.
You'll throw it away for something else that you might do.
Big shoes are
feelin that"
That's my ace, that nigga got keys to my place
And he know about the cash, stashed G's in the safe
Wait, no time to waste when best friends
DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHY
ON A GOOD DAY I BEHAVE 50 PERCENT
THAT'S THE BEST DEAL YOU GET SO BABY
LET'S SHAKE HANDS
probably go insane if
Life ever took you away
I remember like yesterday you use
To be my best friend
No matter what I did you're be right
By my side in
a 50 caliber pistol in my holster
Ready to brandish my weapon
On the bitch made
Hoe ass niggas like Crooked Profit
Get the switchblade
I hope you
in town
Never trust
It's never us if the cops ask questions
Never trust a nigga, even pop my best friend
Your end's coming near
Your niggas come in
I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its
to the O-S-T-O-N
Where cats double push friends for dollars and gems
Platinum artistes they don't want to come here (nah)
Not cause of lack of money or bitches,
to the O-S-T-O-N
Where cats double push friends for dollars and gems
Platinum artistes they don't want to come here (nah)
Not cause of lack of money or bitches,
to the O-S-T-O-N
Where cats double push friends for dollars and gems
Platinum artistes they don't want to come here (nah)
Not cause of lack of money or bitches,
a bucket
Speak your mind if you feeling something
They try to get me for real
They try to get me
Try to take me out the zone
And do a nigga like 50
All I do
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
eighteen
Yo, uhh, yo
Raised by QD3, we seen the years of menace
They can't evict a landlord
I proceed over the tenant
I mostly co-sign, get my pen out in
up on payday
Sippin' on Wray Wray, yard ting
Hit it from the back with my yellow-gold Day-Date (ski)
My best friend a Scorpio, buy him a scorch for
slip away
Every breath I get to take is up to you
But there's still some things I know I oughta do
I need to call up my best friend
We ain't talked
seen it
You're barking up the wrong tree dog I mean it
My whole team fienin' to fight and fuck
50 of us roll up in the club like what
Everyone ain't
gettin high
He's doin what he's doin tryin to get by
Cause a pusher's got a purpose, the pusher's got a plan
He's king of the kilo, but the pusher is a man
friends
If you hopping on that road to
These riches you need a plan, Nigga
My nigga Mir made the beat, here we go again
I just rolled my last Zemi up
I'm
you niggas slipping
Then i hit em with
The fifty calibre and put ya
Body in a dresser
For the motherfucker like I
Drenched all my clothes
When I hit you
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