Lyrics:
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
is
Get your it right hoe or that's you issue
I been holla at your potna so a nigga ain't gone miss you
Good rittens, matter fact if she
the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'mma stick this whole pad full of
Sticky notes
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
where you ain't allowed to go
I know that your daddy thinks you're a good lil' girl Pure and clean
But you got a plan of your own
Every night when I get
gotta be number one
Fuck is l a runner' up, niggas ain't tough enough
Jawns is lovin' us, fuck, cause they wanna fuck Niggas be lost as fuck
Niggas ain't
bit
My nigger get high and let the hoes twist
Say you don't fuck with twist look how you rolled it
They ain't smoking like 'cause I'm rollin' enough
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
to Derrick Rose, man, that nigga nice
(Whoa-oh-oh) shoutout to L.E.P., Jay Boogie, right?
(Whoa-oh-oh) Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right?
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
in your whole life
These bars you can't handle you better hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right
Still ain't got enough shine
of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
lovin it
[KIM:] HOw much?
[SHORT:] How much?
[KIM:] yeah
[SHORT:] It's like this every time
[KIM:] I know your good
MMMMMMM
[SHORT:] my dick...in your
1st Chorus: 2x (Poetic Lace)
MONEY AINT KING
Money can’t rule nothin, not enough sense
MONEY AINT KING
Pride is a bigger threat, it don’t care about
I think you need change
You should let me take you away from here
And give you them things that you've been missing
Good lovin' and affection
Think
The lovin you given
I can't get enough of it
They try to block us
From that love light
Put that shadow
Top of us
They know that
Ain't right
We pull apart
But
The lovin you given
I can't get enough of it
They try to block us
From that love light
Put that shadow
Top of us
They know that
Ain't right
We pull apart
But
be, be for real, yeah, (Be for re-e-e-eal)
Be for real
You shouldn't have to worry about how you've been living good
No, if you're smartly dressed,
bizarre
Rappin' style used by me, the B-I-Z
M-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein'
A brother ain't a brother unless he is say like G'n
Up with
ain't a motherfuckin' game, we out here
Yeah, I'm on that like for real
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Holes in your clothes and rips in your jeans
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