Lyrics:
the now the kid wastin ya
Intelligence the lil that you had
I'm the Big Bad Wolf's dad, homie no comparing me to no one
Especially you, I'm in the league
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
listen to the flow though
Listen to the G.O.A.T.
Lunch line, young nigga from the 'Go, though
I'ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with
of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us
Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
Ass I can
thinking of me by now, but you go grab it
I'd like to think for who I down this shit
I belong where they be 'cause we can not get back those lives
We
a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissing and hugging girl
You've got a husband who loves you
You need
be a broke nigga (rich nigga)
Broke niggas, I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little nigga (always)
It's forever, pussy
diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle cause it
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
mothafuckas
Somebody find my rocker cause
I'm literally off it
I'm in the murder business I just
Spit you bitches a coffin
Yo, til the day I die, I be puffing
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people
I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil’ brother
I was the last mothafucka in the world who thought I would make it
But look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
Check from the motherfucker
when I pull up
Now where my bad bitches who keep their ass phat
I love a hood bitch ain't scared to throw that ass back
And I keep them real niggas,
niggas do the same
Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring
I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake
No more girls who stay up late
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you
(movie actor like speech:)
Mr
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
about the next few
Step one, cross me, there won't be a step two
Come through with some bitches that's bad, they gon' step, too
Every nigga tryna pop
'm frustrated I hate it found a woman in the
Dumpster body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head no lie
Sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by
or a girlfriend?
Ready for a lifetime or
Fucking on the weekends?
What we gonna be? Classy? Trashy?
The bedroom or the backseat?
Adam in that Benz when I roll by
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
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