Lyrics:
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why (tell 'em)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' 'til the day I die
(Thug
circle, the same homies
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea erry day
I'mma get it by any
Ain't it craxy how it be your own folks man
You tell em no one time, watch how they posts change
Real sh*t it ain't no friends when you get a Benz
Make
disease
You took the bad ones, and you turned 'em into sad ones
Bitch you dumb too, fuckin' with the last ones
You's a crazy nigga goin' in and out
when im up
Thats why i dont give a f*ck
Yea
F*uck em all gotta live yours
Cherish life you only get one
Work hard never give up
You was never down with
mentality, insurance jobs, burn 'em down
That's the police, I can tell by their headlights
Glock on me and I'm nervous, this shit real life (That's them)
out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler,
marriage
Niggas is some nasty creatures, bitches even nastier
They throw it at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up
Freaky ho's licken niggas ass
bless your..."
"Hold it! That's enough heart blessing. Here's brother Virgil".
"Lordy, lordy, lordy".
"Atta boy, Virgil and of course friends i'm Daddy
(tell 'em Num),
Come on,
Roll the window down,
Let me get a tad bit of breeze,
My whole vision is seein' threes.
I got a plug so silly,
Tryna win it "Anybody ever tell you look
Like the FACECZAR" i get that all the time
King on the board
Got 'em eyeing my next move
Your boy more
smile boy you wild I'm a fight you
Rocka-by-baby when the beat drops
Don't let your friends know we gonna creep off
They gonna be haters tell em cya later
me by first name at Saks Fifth and Neiman Marcus
I done smacked heads and served crackheads in them apartments (said)
Have you ever seen a junkie
mucho dinero
So paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades
And they all gettin' Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some
It's a trip when I see her
How she move like the sea does
I just want to go fly
Bae, won't you come by
Need a bad señorita
It's a trip when I see her
Bugatti
Free lil Kirk Wood, Young Gotti
Free my nigga White Boy too
I whipped up a two and a baby and I spent that on Jimmy Choo
You got goons
Heaven and you ain't embarrassed
You can tell 'em that your baby boy's known in Paris
Yeah, I know I made a mess, but I'ma clean it up
Had to cut
Boy, I'm tryna tell you
Fuck it, go in off the muscle
Niggas never love you
Don't respect your hustle
Every time they see you, dap you up in public
around and hit 'em both, bitch, I'm out to get the dope
Two brand new Glock .9's, they identical
Thought he got hit by one blick, but he got hit with
for me
Specs like stefflon don wine pon me
No rest quickly hurry for me
Yemi tell her friends I'm johnny
But i'm fela kuti on your body
Fefe na efe this
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I
out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler,
rappers overdue I'm like his hated
Bet you bottom dollar
You could place a wager, won't be saved by the bell
You an AC skater
Mirror mirror on the wall tell
I'm good in your hood
I ain't fail the streets
Remember them ops tried to tell on me
But none of my niggas went pale on me
You said you make noise with
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