Lyrics:
my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days
And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches
They try to coexist, end up wishing you'd die, bitches
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
'Cause I got a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed, the best thing
Would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up
poisoning our minds I can't save you but I can try to stay by your side
We ran past the monuments we ran all over town With a bottle of gin under our skin
you could thwart
A hundred wars
Save my letters
Where we can first call
By the bedroom door
And kitchen floor
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
All
I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they
Money haffi
Whoa, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Money haffi run
All day me check fi it, bank account me just pree it
Money haffi run like 100-yard dash
Captain Save-a-oh
I've never been, the type of nigga,
To take, a broad to the courts
As a shorty I was always into sports
Now I talk to drums and walk
souls melting
In nothingness, meaningless,
Lest this is our end
A portrait of misery
Devoid of all poetry
Nothing to save down here
There is no whole
a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed, the best thing
Would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King
And have
have you
Your spirit will be by my side
You won't be left behind
And you will save hundreds
And they will save more
To save the poor from their lot?
There will be poor always
Pathetically struggling
Look at the good things you've got!
Think
While you still have me
the wild fire
Save me from the fire
Hanging by a live wire
Save me from the fire
See, a man is just a man without someone to know
And there ain't no use for
the shadow of the Delacorte
The shadow of Delacorte
Om mani padme hum
Take that thing off
Let me see you smile
Please, little one
Cos oh
It still saves me
Oh
I can not trust you, you not a go getter
How you on go if you ain't got no engine
Prove ain't in numbers, just watch me you figure
Portrait me out,
And you find a perfect place tranquil like an oasis
For the bank accounts inflated by the drumming bounce
Some shit we cant pronounce then we set up
By
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
baby
My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me
Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy
Not tryna die sober, 'cause my life too
her crazy
Deep in that water you can't save me
Cause on the real that Nawfside Really made me
Yea yea yeah
Five hundred bands on a black card
Dont give
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
portrait
Stayed
Stagnant for years
Stuck in muck and the mire
I faced my inner demons
Consequences that dire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name
Ingram found more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay
Don't hml just know I'm tryna count it up
Can't fit in my wallet watch me run it up
Nigga get dem bandz bitch I run it up
100 thousand bandz ima count
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