Lyrics:
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I'm tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin?
It's time I let my
RIGHT
KEPT US LOVIN' EACH OTHER
EVERY DAY AND NIGHT
CH-
V- 48 C C F Dm Dm
C C Dm G G
C C F Am
And roughed up by a cop tryin' to get hooked up
I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals
And now I'm runnin' from the cops? This ain't real!
You see,
and Ima teach
I welcome the food for thought, u can call me cousin Pete
But it’s D and G like dolce and gabana
Been feelin Gucci, I don’t mean designer
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten
weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten
bitch 'cause
She was too much baggage
Cry up in a Nissan, not this G Wagon (Skrrt)
Mr hit The Block, Mr one-Of-One (Spin 'em)
I'll never need a bitch,
In the west end on the weekend
Got no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by
cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead
Red gold jimmy g thats my
Bitch what you think call
Of duty strap shoot like synergy called
Yo boo back she was
Missin me blocked me onna gram i
Know
Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your
boys say
the bar's hype I'll still slam it in the archive
In school, I was selling cigs, weed and sweets And by night, to my mates, mums and dads
I was
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
in redemptions hell
Cause your head is hot and fevery
Hot and fevery
Hot and fevery
Hot and fever
Hot and fevery
(g. verse five)
Spinning out of reach
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
a little like Ye
I went from writing music and making five beats a day
To needing like 3 summers to get over a mistake, nah
You know that I'm a bad guy, duh
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
Diamonds shining all on my neck
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
Benzino and get blasted
(Mr.Gzus)
Look in his eyes he scared to die
(Fuck him let him fry)
I never seen a man cry
Till his life is flashin' by
Satanic
bank stopped
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em
Advancin' from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys, hidin' G's overseas
VCR's in my V
Graa
Walk in the spot with a chop
First one duck, get hit with a G lock
Don't stop don't panic don't drop
That Nigga T sev right up on the block
Neva
ain't even pullin' out my-
I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63
I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all
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