Lyrics:
actions just makes me want to die
I'm talkin bout the way you used to say my name
I still like how it sounds
But now you always tellin me I've changed
Guess
five, like a demon
Time running out, but you watching me
It paid a love, but you hate for free
I just kick it with the saints, call me Brulee
How you
Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
dare to pay your lawyers
Always gotta look over your shoulder
You get caught slippin it's all over
WORD
What good is the money if it comes with paranoia
at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off
Watts boys in the hood spit
Nothing but that hot shit
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you, I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me
me fucked, fucked up
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna peels
fine
Young tender, would you be mine?"
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
The feds takin' pictures and they tellin lies on me
Oh see I'm way too clever (Clever) They'll never jam Joc
You with all of them snitchesm get you
May I be the cold nigga with the most heat
Niggas know bro, you don't know me
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
get the revenue, nigga (let's get it)
So let me know what you can handle (be ready)
Okay, come grab it (pull up)
Here go some extras, so if I'm busy
used
To be treated like a coon and a Klansman
Simulta, too, s, sa, ta, fuck you
I'm tryna get up out of
This stigmatic little box tht
I'm inside of but
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
complexity and humility that I've always admired
You tired like I'm tired
Tired of cuddling your pillow at night
See I got two, but no matter how many tears
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
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