Lyrics:
obvious they politic if we don't answer shit
Suck a dick, I'm cocky, bitch
You talking to no audience
Asking me who matching me, I tell 'em that nobody is
place
By the time I'm done with this I'm gone be there with the greats
My brother sellin pure white like the Aryan race
When I asked to get into it he
my life, like I was truant
Super truancy, Dis-aligned
Staple truancy
(They don’t understand me, uh)
They understand Carl Lewis
I make my moves,
make me bury you
If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear
I used to serve out a rental, all of my niggas they with it
Me and my niggas gon' get it, I had to make a decision
Fuck with these bitches or get
motherfucker
Ran it up and now I'm richer than a motherfucker
And I'm glistenin' like a motherfucker
I say fuck 'em all, 'cause they don't got no love for us
I think way out the box, while they stay confined
Roaming day n nite searching, what I want from life?
Truth be told, don't think I want a wife
But
to anymore
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I play a violin made by hand in the forties
That old girl can sing the sweetest song you
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
like they don't know me
All these hoes pursuing me
Walking around the club, yea they acting like they knew me
All these niggas used me
Said they were my
They don't know where I'm aiming
Ain't no choice but to make it
It's not in me to fake it
I put my life inside my lyrics, figured facts should come with
my hands bloody with cuz don’t judge
It’s all love till it ain’t so much blood look like paint
Type shit make you faint in the day it’s gonna stank
Atl Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire
First off, they need to free BG up out that slammer (free BG)
They think I'm sweet 'cause I don't tote guns
up on the curb they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't
be ridin OY dick
Head shot chest shot they left em on that strip
If he throw up a O ima steph curry that bitch an make sure i clip
Make sure
because you swear an awful
Lot don't make a rap god, Garrett Otto
But a flow just might like Verrazano
Don't get hit like snare drummers
You'll be hanged
rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go
used to trap nicks and dimes
I don't drink, but I still buy pints
Hundred thousand cash make your hoe faint
Drugs and money is something we talk about
Cerberus I'd be celebrated
Sorry I'm just a lil salty like Badwater Basin
Kendall died no teardrops on The Jabbawockeez faces
Now they're just a rap zombies,
never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swiss swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters'll make 'em dance like dubstep
Swiss, swish, aww, my
Used to have friends now I got enemies (ooh)
Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me (damn)
Used to have friends now I got enemies (ooh)
Hey, I went to school with them pussy ass niggas
They ain't worth shit
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin?
In that fucked up ass
right near the bay
My goals and dreams they don’t evade
I chase em down I make em pay
I shake em up like paint that spray
Driven till my motorcade
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