Lyrics:
proof through the tape proof
And I don't know if y'all have enough
Vernacular in your system for this swavey
Now when you swavey
You ain't no lame man
White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you
lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred
they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that
Niggas Mob, don't recruit
No the rules, 100 Troops
On da dead hoes bitch i'm living proof
2 door hop out all fades no talk
My drip too raw juiced up all
lose, let me lose
I don't care how much I lose
If I lose a hundred dollars
While I'm tryin' to win a dime
My baby, she's got money all the time
Now
lose, let me lose
I don't care how much I lose
If I lose a hundred dollars
While I'm tryin' to win a dime
My baby, she's got money all the time
Now
Christ on the third day, I'm nice with my wordplay
Master of all that I survey
Standing on my square, firm
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation
met me
My money talk, it's too bad for y'all
Y'all know which shorty's Joe Pesci
I'm a fancy bitch but I'm ratchet
Know every bitch you had ain't never
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
missin'
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishin' for shoes
Fuck them stupid Pumas, bitch, it's all about them new edition Troops
a motherfucking scene
Check, run it, all hundreds
Check, run it, all hundreds
Check, run it, all hundreds (ignant motherfucker please)
Check, run it, all
I'm gonna take you down to the riverside
Where the water runs slow and wide
There's a big ol' rock out in the middle
And I took my hammer
endour)
My blood type is no negative
But I'm positive that I'm too deep
Switch the light on when we hit the sheets
Truly what I see is all I keep
I see you
ain't defined by limits
I don't need no permission to live it
I'm a break through the door til I get in
Everything that I got I'm a give it
100 Percent
We back
Yeah
The flow's on me and I promise baby
I'm in my zone
Wizzle, come on
One ninety proof
Sublime in my shiny coop
Uptown is inside
endour)
My blood type is no negative
But I'm positive that I'm too deep
Switch the light on when we hit the sheets
Truly what I see is all I keep
I see
my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
F- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J
room is empty, but that room is there by design
If I feel hollow, that's just my proof that there's more
For me to follow
That's what the lonely is
(Fonder)
And that tears are on their way
To make love grow
(Grow)
But my love for you could never,
Never, never, never grow no stronger
Ray
All
Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk
I like to make it sing a tune
All we need is weed
We don’t need no room
Right now I’m trying eat
We
the most unfaithful arms
That you always picture me
Though I can't always show proof I was true
No one else could change my mind
Or stop me coming home
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