Lyrics:
Nation to nation, all the world must come together
Face the problems that we see, then maybe somehow, we can work it out
I asked my neighbor for
you get played and hit my phone I'm gon reply wit GG
Cause all my ex's live in Texas can I get a retweet
I got a Mexican up next I made her scream out
she a sheisty-ass ho
She fuckin up my hood
She won't let my people go (go)
They comin up fast
But all the fiends die slow (slow)
I ain't Jesse Jackson
They don't want me to live in the end of my block
'Cause when I get to the killer I don't stop
Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear
you didn't understand
Now you see me dash Berry Alan Flash
See me do my dance yeah my money dance
Now I'm getting racks there no going back
Leave it all
Man I was just talking to that hoe she tripping
I-I-I be high off X why I got beef with all my ex's
(Yeah)
P-P-Pouring drank in the H hop off a jet
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here,
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
What's he worth
The same as you or me
In this factory
Riverwalk what a sight my first time in Texas man what a night
Had to see the Alamo I asked a local which way do I go
You smiled at me and said that
to it (yeah)
And I did my whole career in napalm fluids (yeah)
So we the ones that blowed up, y'all niggas blew it (you blew it)
Bet on me, it never
a pool
Party then another party
Then again a party then a firework a BBQ Ima
Live broadcast all that on my hang with
Q: When u made Get Rich or Die Tryin
Tired Of All That Runnin
Time To Man Up And Pay
I Need Retribution Now Or You'll Be In For A Bad Day
I Need My Money
I Need My Cash
I Want It Right Here
mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
a real tingle
Money in this pocket, that pocket, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh,
nigga ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
boldly stepped by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die."
"My friends and relations they live
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
on my necklace
Big ol ass must be from Texas 
Sit me down and teach yo lesson
Baby you blessing
Woah
I’m just in my mode
Most them they’ll niggas
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
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