Lyrics:
forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl,
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
top it
Blue top it, man they all cracking, they all popping
Little Scappy though, they want no problems
I had a mixtape I want no album, no album
I
and march by
Like a flint how fast we let sparks fly
Let it rain let it bang in a cycle like a F5 I bring the pain
For all you skirts still talking tough
You
under white covers
Prodigy: Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder
Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
To see temptation at my door
Uh, skinny jeans and dainty chains
Flowy shirts, I'm throwin' merch from off the stage
So I guess I know what works, and it's
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
tonight
My OG told me we did it right
E-40 told me we did it right
Middle school dreams, stay coming true, we doing well (we doing well)
Yeah, walk in
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
it all over again
Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
My album come with a full length movie
Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now
Man it's like
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for
tonight
But it's my life or yo' life, and I'ma bomb first
We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
Steady talking that slick trash
With they sick ass
Walk up on me
It’s all daps
Like they rooting for me
With all claps
But that’s all traps
Cuz they
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
sometimes it's the bullet
Every day we live and learn, take it step by step
And we create our own path, until there's no life left
I hold my
AND CARLY WALKS
INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES.
SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN?
KID: PRETTY AND SWEET.
SAM: THANK YOU. NOW THE NEXT TIME…
CARLY INTERUPTS BY
the projects, but safe with me
Shit, N O are to the E
Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go
Life, love, me
I'm gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord
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