Lyrics:
Pluto nigga
Everybody claim they real well tell me why they go and back door
Can't give all to you women you already know that's facts tho
Walked up in
years is a long time
Holiday House sat quietly on that beach
Free of women with madness
Their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me
Who
the new Solomon and Sheba
N***** is Judas I won’t turn the other cheek bruh
Peep the finger
I’m married to the game I’m no fornicator
My tree green
Gray goose with a top of pamplemousse and a twist of lemon
Surrounded by women in lace and denim
Got the coach bag with em still playing victim I
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
and your favorite rapper do a face-swap
This new shit is Gucci
Over here just like I'm GuWap
And all these new blessings got me screaming Hallelujah
Okay
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
it
Honestly, I ain't new to this
Even M Dub don't play ma music yet, am cool with it
This that big Mac by the spire
We just left living room
Hit
Building my empire nigga brick by brick
Half of you niggaz y'all never gave me shit
I took my losses bounced back and never quit
Put a dollar in got
We had an earthquake this morning
Shook me out of bed
It got me thinking about the news
There's nothing left nothing I can say
Your mind is made up
school of who's cool and a who's who
The new clothes and new shoes
All the woo-woo this ain't news
I ain't fooled by the same fool
Name same rumors, truth
getting dark by the day and I'm getting weak
'Cause I'm new, I'm not where the stars be
They chase dreams together like a slumber party
And now I'm on my
That's along with every other
Lost New York rapper
That ever put out a song on DatPiff
But his team always reaching for
The highest amount of green
Look
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
know you love the way it's going down!)
I hit up a green light crossing and I am passing
On the road to riches, 4 by 4 riding over ditches
Next with
need to fix your faces quickly
'for your spirit get eliminated
I've been initiated, strictly by invitation
To the order of the Samurai
So this is sacred
to go and make it all by the first
Ain't no excuses man that shit for the birds
All I'm seeing is green lights
Get to that money
And make sure yo team
should look for something new
Should experience some cold to see his fire
Should go to the mountaintop alone
Then he knows where the panther is
In her
Baltimore, my niggas runnin Brooklyn
Had to play the system just to get funds
Said the grass was green on our side just to get sum
We All We Got and we
Old friends become strangers
New friends become dangerous
Never does it ever let me down
'Til you have real friends
'Til you have real friends
quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
'Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard
and back
Hip-hop's Maurice Green the way
I'm running tracks
Man who could fuck with that, fam nobody
Gotdamn so hot, he got fans all on him, ahk
I said it
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
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