Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
a book by looking at the cover.
Oh come on in closer baby,
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low,
Turn it up!
You
two man cell?) something's in the water
(Something's in the water)
And if I gotta brown nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a dumb
Dumb
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
gotta
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (fight the power)
Fight the power (we got to fight
God please give me a deal
And God texted me back
Don't be dumb young man, gotta do it yourself
It's up to you to turn the pen into a machete
might do some more stand-up, just might get my bands up
I might go and edit, might be a director
I might stand in the background of a movie and be
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
'cause I'm right here with ya
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya
Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
The lovers, the leavers,
man
At least now you know
Everything that shine not gold
I thought you know
God bless my family and friends that hold me down
Gotta roll up 2 when I get
the future first?
Why argue with these clowns if the circus is well at work?
Just walk that man down, that'll do everyone a solid
It's love, but tough love
I remember big Jackie Jones and her mother
She was always stoned getting high with her brothers
They were always laughing going crazy by the river
I
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
I know y'all don't see me on tv
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to crying
wanna be killa but not for reala
Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it
When
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hold
didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
[Solo]
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
a cold dark street
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